Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight: Forgiven


Violet's POV

I knew that he bet on me, but I couldn't help it. I liked him. And every time I saw him I wanted to kiss him. And it wasn't my fault. I would get him back somehow though. And it was gonna be good. 


I pulled away and looked ended up at him.


"I think I might have lost the necklace in the sand back there," I said sad. I loved that necklace.


"This necklace?" he asked smiling holding out my necklace.


"Yes that one idiot!!!!" I yelled. I moved my hair and told him to put it on me. And he did. I turned back around and kissed him.


"You're an easy person to please," he said with a smile. I rolled my eyes again, and stuck my tongue out at him. I closed the gas pump and got in the car. He just stood there.


"You coming?" I asked. 


"You are in my seat," he said.


"No. I'm driving," I said.


"It's not your car," he responded.


"It's not yours either," I said.


He didn't move.



"Ok. Your choice," I said and started to drive off.


"Ok, ok, ok, I'm coming," he said and I stopped.


"That's what I thought," I said with a smile.

Ace's POV

She drove us home, it was around 6:00 and I laughed. I had just realized that we left the boys at the beach, and stole their car.


"What's so funny?" she asked. I looked at her and smiled again.


"Nothing. Why don't you go tell your mom your home," I said. When I knew she was inside, I got in the car and drove back. 


The boys were about half way there, and smiled when they saw me. 


"Get in," I said. I was still furious with Chase, but it got cold at night and they wouldn't survive a day.


"Thanks man," Chase said to me and I said nothing.


I dropped them off at home at walked back to my house. I climbed up the stairs and quietly shut my door so I didn't wake up my little sister. I looked out the window and saw Violet watching some Japanese horror movie. I climbed the crossing and went into her room.


"What's up," I asked.


"Nothing. I'm bored," she replied.


"Do you want to play truth or dare?" I asked.


"Sure," she said. So we sat down on her bed.


"Truth, or dare?" I asked.


"Truth," she said. 


"How many guys have you kissed?" I asked.


"Two" She replied.


"Truth or dare?" she asked.


"Truth," I replied.

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