James's POV
By the time the game was over, Riley had moved to the other end of the couch and hasn't said a word to me. I reach over and poke her in the side. She looks at me but then looks down at her phone again.
"Whatcha doing?" I ask. I lean over and practically lie on top of her.
"Nothing." She says, putting her phone back in her pocket.
"What's wrong? You look upset." I inquire.
"Well you were ignoring me." She mumbles, taking out her phone again.
"I was?" I ask.
"Yeah, you were." She says sharply.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I say.
"Whatever." She mutters.
"I said I was sorry. What else do you want from me?" I ask through gritted teeth.
"Look, you asked, practically begged for me to come over and than you ignore me to watch a hockey game." She argues.
"First of all, I didn't beg you to do anything! And second..." I yell loudly, but trail off as tears begin to well up in Riley's eyes.
"Riles, babe, baby, calm down. Don't cry." I soothe, quickly grabbing her and pulling her into my arms.
"I...don't like it...when you yell at me." She mumbles into my shirt.
"I know. I'm sorry." I say softly.
"I just wanted to get your attention. And you pushed me away." She whispers.
"I'm sorry." I repeat. There's a moment of silence before she finally says,
"It's okay."
"Hey it's getting late. How about we go upstairs, cuddle up in the bed and find a movie to watch?" I suggest. She looks up and smiles genuinely at me.
"I'd like that." She says.
YOU ARE READING
The Bet
RomanceJames is the popular jock with the big reputation. Every girl wants him. His parents make more money than they know what to do with it, and has the world at his feet. Riley is the shy, new girl who doesn't want anything to do with him. James thinks...
