The Bet With The Players by C. Joyce (read my book TXT) 📕

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C. Joyce =3

QUESTIONS:

☞ Favorite character:

☞ Favorite girl character:

☞ Favorite boy character:

☞ Favorite couple (Or wanna be couple):

☞ Want a book II after this one?

☞ Luke; make him eviler or annoying-er, both?

☞ If you could date one of the guys, who would it be? 

☞ Should I continue?

☞ Do the guy POV's actually sound like boys?

☞ Should I make a character die?

-School; English Class-

"Class, shut up and continue on our projects!" Mrs - er...Miss Leavitt, brawl at us like a witch. We WE'RE studying you little-AH! I hate this class, can't you tell? "Miss Shore, is there a problem?" Her greyish-blue eyes pinning me like sharp knives to my core. Yeah, you. "You don't want to get on my bad side when your parents come to PARENT AND TEACHER NIGHT, today."

Wait...what?

I never heard of that...."Parent and teacher conference is...tonight?"

She crooked her eyebrows in amusement, "Of course you wouldn't know. You don't deserve to be in the National Honor Society, my daughter does. Not you."

Finally, I found out why Mrs- I need to STOP doing that! I mean, Miss Leavitt hates me so bitterly. I was the last person to get into the National Honor Society in my Freshman year. Miss Leavitt's daughter is no other then...Aria Princess. I know, talk about a queer thing to find out. Miss Leavitt's [HA! I finally got it right] ex-husband's last name was 'Princess'. Hilarious right? Not the point, I was the last person which met, Aria,didn't make it in.

"It's not my fault."

"Not your fault?" She said in a stern voice. "You're just another nerdy loner with only one friend, with a beggar full family. You don't deserve it."

"Mrs-Whoops you're divorced. My bad. Miss Leavitt, isn't this...would be called 'harassing' your student?" James butted in, his tone was bold and stern. He got gasps and 'Oohh' from everyone else in the class. James didn't care a singe bit, in fact, his face showed it all. "You don't want to be fired, right?"

Mrs. Leavitt-Damn it- Miss Leavitt had the expression of shock and embarrassment. "...Of course not. Continue on." Whoa, is she has feelings?! "What are you punks looking at- I said to work on your projects!" And now, her feelings are gone. Typical.

James's eyes met mine, warming as they got back their soul. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I turned back to the questions about our partners. "Thanks."

He shrugged, "No prob." Mrs. Leavitt out of my way in school...now the parent and teacher conference. 

-At Sea's Home (Home as in not the boy filled mansion)-

"Mom?! Dad?!" I shouted to the queer feeling and quiet trailer house. "My annoying sisters?" My steps were light, not even for the wood floor to creek. "Hello...?" Someone grab me by my stomach, into a bear hug.

"Gotcha!"  I screamed like a baby, of course...The person turned me around to take a good appearance of me. It was Stell, "Sea?"

"Stell, don't move. I got the bat!" Stell and I had a weird look at the weird, our weirdo mom, actually. "Sea?" No mom, I'm Santa Claus's little Mexican help who looks like your daughter. 

"Who's Sea...?" I said sarcastically, keeping a normal face. "I'm the Princess of Norway, Rose."

"Ha ha, funny, Sea-"

"-Sea!" My dad shouted pulling me into a killing hug. My father is well- a typical dad. Kinda. He's stern when my mom's acting like a child and childish when it comes to basketball. I mean it. My parents are a hundred opposites.

I couldn't even breathe, "Dad...I.Need.Air!"

"Seeeaa!" I know that voice anywhere, it was Luna. Luna is my 5 year-old little sister of mine. I have 3 sisters Sara, Stell, and Luna. Out of all of them, I'm the normal one. -_-

"Hey, little princess." Dad pick her up by her arms and swing her in the air. She giggled happily with delight. My mom had a annoyed look on her face.

"Ready for me to talk to that witch." Yup, my mom hates Miss Leavitt, and...Aria.

"Sweetheart, your language." My dad said in a bold and over powering voice. He gets to get in control since he's other than my mom by about 9 months.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't tell me what to do, honey cakes." Mom step up to my father, on her tippy toes, gave him a peck on the cheek. My dad was about 6' feet tall, while my mom is only 5' 3". Basically, I was only half an inch taller than my mom. "Come'on Sea, let's chant with Mrs. Cougar." Well, the school's going to be destroyed.

I think you can already tell my mother hates Miss Leavitt. Like mother, like daughter, actually.

"Sara told me everything about that witch. Some James's kid told her what happened in school today." Mom had her black hair still straight but her dark brown eyes were darker. "No one talks about my kids like that." Oh boy, dad, some girl you picked. Her hands were clench on the steering wheel. So tightly, that her hands turned into a ghastly white.

"Mom come down." I told her as we were pulling onto the school's parking lot. She had the bored expression of 'Don't tell me what to do.' My mom is actually pretty nice, just, don't get her pissed off. 

Her short sized wedges clank on the tile floors as she walked. We finally made it to Miss Leavitt's door and mom had her hands on the doorknob. She opened it, showing Miss Leavitt on her desk about to jump on a male substitute teacher.

"Ms. Leavitt, I need a word with you." Mom tried to say as nicely as she can. Someone's going to the hospital soon, real soon. "Just who do you think you are?!"

"Her teacher," Ms. Leavitt said in a 'DUH' tone. "My question is who are you? A mother of a broke family and a mother who can't raise her daughters the right way."

Three words to describe my mother: Feisty Mexican Chick. Just how my dad likes them...-er forget what I just said. One minute they were arguing the next, A CHICK FIGHT! I instantly took out Sara's phone and videotaped the the entire thing. Youtube and Facebook for sure. Should I stop them, like soon or later? Mom kept cussing at Ms. Leavitt with numerous swears and such. I should reallly stop them soon! NAH! I'm enjoying this too much. The door slam opened and Stell walked in with a shock expression.

"MOM! Let go of the dog!"  Her hands grabbed mom's back to pull her off.

"Stell, stay out of this!" Mom's claws were back on making scars on Ms. Leavitt. "Why can't you be like Sea and just videotape this?!"Yup, I'm done recording all of this.

"Mom, let go of her, it's time to go home." 

"Okay!" She got off of her and walked to where Stell and I stood. "Let's go home then."

"WHAT?! You-you listen to Sea..but-but not me!" 

"Yup!"

"Wha'-What?"We walked back to the parking lot in the cold weather. Once in the car, the cellphone rang.

(I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun,An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun..)

Get out your guns, battles begun,are you a saint, or a sinner? If loves a fight, than I shall die, with my heart on a trigger.

They say before you start a war,you better know what you're fighting for.

I pulled out my cellphone...wait..its Sara's phone. "Yellow?" Yes, I love to say 'Yellow' instead of 'Hello.' Hello's too boring.

"Where are you?" Dylan's voice was on the other line.

"A simple 'Hey, how are yeah?!' would be better."

"Oh, sorry. Hey how are yeah? And...where are you?!" Psh...close enough, I guess.

"At parent and teacher conference. Well, going home from it."

"Can you come here?"

"Why...?" I asked him in a suspicious tone. "And how did you get this number?!"

"I miss you...Oh, and Xerxes told me this number."

"You miss me? HA!" I swear my mom gave me a 'Is he cute?' look. "No really, tell me why." 

"Ok... you win." He sighed. "We need help baking for Thanksgiving. The guys and I already burned 4 turkeys to death, well, you know what I mean. Can you help?"

"Can my mom and sis come?"

Before he hang up on me these were his last words: "Your mom? Sure..."

*Sorry for the late update!*

"Mommy...where are we going?" Luna was asking in a childish little girl voice.

Mom's eyes were still on road, but her eyes had a delightful glint. "To make your sister Sea's...friend." I don't like how she said 'friend' as in 'boyfriend'. 

"Mom, he's just a FRIEND." I said in a stern voice, I wonder if anyone's mom is just like mine.

"Sure..." I rolled my eyes as we made into the mansion's driveway.

The driveway was, well, a wide space to play basketball or football. The front garden can be used as a football field or to play soccer. There was a bright cherry red Hennessey Venom GT, holy nutella! Wait...none of the guys own a Hennessey Venom GT.

We all got out of the car Sara, Stell, Luna, mom, and me but dad wanted to stay at home. Stell had her mouth wide open in shock, "Sea...is that Hennessey Venom GT?!" I nodded in a bored way, the guys have a ton of cars like that. It's not really a miracle anymore. -_- "How the fuck can someone afford that?!"

"Stell, your tone." One of mom's scolding was happening this very minute. "Your little sister is right next to me! Do you know-"

"-Sorry!"

"Mommy...don't yell at Stell, it's okay. I still don't know what 'fuck' even means." That's a lie. Luna, and I'm pretty sure, she knows what it means. 

Mom's official death glare was on Stell. "Mo-mom! She's lying, Luna knows what it means!"

"Oh, really?" Mom said with her arms crossed together in anger. "And can you tell