The Bet (18+)

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Chapter 33

I’ve never run so fast in my life. I needed to get to him. I needed him to know that I wanted to be here for him. He wouldn’t be alone with this anymore.


But when I went to the bus station first, there was nobody waiting and all of the busses were gone. My next option was to run to the dorms and pray that he was there.


I ran into his building completely out of breath from the long sprint over from the station and ran into TJ. Damn it, I didn’t have time for this shit right now.


“Whoa, easy there, Taylor. You cool?”


I held my hand up and tried to speak but I was still breathing too hard. Then I bent forward and leaned on my knees, still trying to catch my breath. Jesus, I need to work out more.


“Damon. Is. Is he here?” I finally choked out as I stood up and glared at him.


TJ looked confused and shrugged. “Hell if I know. I’m not his keeper. Go check for yourself, just be out of here in twenty minutes, Taylor. It’s already past curfew.”


“Fuck the curfew,” I spat and took off running for the stairs.


Please be there. Please be there. Please be there.


I stopped in front of door 77 and knocked loudly. There wasn’t a sound coming from within as I knocked again. My heart quickly sank into the pit of my stomach and I couldn’t help but realize the worst.


“Damon!”


“He left.”


I jumped and spun to find a short girl with purple hair and piercings on her face watching me. She was dressed all in black and leaned against her door frame. Was she there the entire time? I couldn’t recall because I was too focused on the numbers on Damon’s door.


“I know about you two. I saw,” she paused and waved toward me. “You really fucked him up. He was always so quiet and then he left here in a rampage.”


“You knew Damon?”


She snorted. “I’m not a snob like you. Yes, I knew Damon. He was a quiet guy, but nice nonetheless.”


“Where did he go?” I rushed out, ignoring her comment about me being a snob.


She shrugged. “Beats me, but he had a couple of bags and left his keys with me.” She pulled them from her pocket and dangled them.


I lunged down the hall toward her.


“May I have them?”


She snorted again. “As if I would let you into his room. He clearly wants nothing to do with you.”


Fuck! This bitch was getting on my last fucking nerve.


“What do you want for them?” I asked because everyone wanted something.


Her pierced brow lifted. “What do you have?”


I fished through my pockets and came up empty-handed, but then I remembered I stashed the bet money in between my phone and its case.


“I’ve got two hundred bucks. Keys?”


“Let me see the cash first.” She dangled the keys in front of me again as I pulled my phone out and grabbed the cash.


“See? Now give them to me. Please.”


She tore the cash from my fingers and tossed the keys down the hallway as I lunged toward them. When I grabbed them and stood back up, she had already disappeared into her room. Fucking bitch.


I rushed up to door 77 and unlocked it.


But my heart sank in my chest when I saw how empty it was. It was true then. Damon was gone. The only thing that said he was here was the half-opened dresser drawers and an empty condom wrapper on the floor next to the bin.


A small sob left my mouth as I covered it and sat on the edge of his bed. He even took his bedding. It was final then. Damon was gone and he wasn’t coming back, was he?


I curled up in a ball in the middle of his bed, hugged my knees to my chest, and cried my eyes out. His familiar scent filled the room and made me feel somewhat better. It reminded me that this wasn’t all a dream and that I had been here with Damon.


And then I knew what I was going to do.

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