The bet

8.Fuck you fate!

Joel

*Four days ago*

"You did what?" Luke yells.

I told him that I kissed that girl.

We're sitting outside drinking an energy drink. The party ended and the house is a whole mess.

"You kissed the girl without her permission?" he yells, "While she was sleeping?"
"I know man, stop saying it." I say rubbing my face. " I don't even know her fucking name." 

Luke looks at me with disbelief in his eyes.

"You were such a jerk that you didn't even ask her about her name?"
"Of course, not man." I say looking up at him, "I did ask her about her name, but she didn't answer me."

"What do you mean she didn't answer you?" He asks
"I don't know bro. She told me that she isn't telling me, and she was very secretive about her identity." It's very fucked up.

He looks at me and then his face fells.

"That's...How did she look like?" He asks and I look at him in confusion.
"Does it matter?" I ask.
"Yes, it matters! Tell me now." He yells

"Fine man, don't get so hyped up about it." I say and rub my face, "Um... she had brown hair and she was wearing a black dress." which looked like a dream on her.

Fuck, she is too good!

"Damn it." Luke says worried.
"What's wrong?" I ask.

He takes out his phone and starts searching something.
"What is it?" I ask worried.

"Is this the girl?" He asks showing me a picture of her sitting on a couch laughing and looking anywhere but the camera. 

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.

"Yes." I say looking at my brother.

"Fuck." He curses.
Luke rarely curses and when he does it means we are really fucked.

"What? Do you know her?" I ask.

"She's Olivia Meyer." He says and my face fells.
It feels like someone threw cold water at me.

"Olivia Meyer as Olivia Meyer?" I ask.
"Yes. Olivia Meyer." He says rubbing his face.

So, she's my...
Fuck.
Why God why?
Why?

She is too hot, too good, too beautiful and I'm cursed.
I'm cursed that a girl like her is my enemy.

"Do you like her?" Luke asks out of blue. I look up at him in confusion.
"Of course I don't man. I just met her!"

"Well, you kissed her." He says.

Yes, I did. Fuck me. 

I just kissed my fucking enemy.
What the hell was I thinking?

"I wasn't at my senses. I must have drunk too much." I say defending myself. I drank only two beers. But that counts, right? I had alcohol on my veins.

"Whatever you say." He smirks.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I ask.

He was about to answer when the sound of a car came.
"Father is here." He says, "Let's head inside."

I get up and follow him inside.
"Boys" Aunt Becca, our housekeeper called, " Your father wants to meet you in his studio."
I look over at Luke and he looks worried.

"Okay, thank you Aunt Becca." He smiles at her.
"He wants Avril too." She says in a soft voice.
"Okay." Luke smiles.

"Do you think he knows?" I ask Luke as soon as Aunt Becca leaves, "About the Meyers coming here."
Luke frowns.
"I don't think so." He says.