're losing," Tyler laughed. "You said you could make any girl fall for you in a week. It's been three days and the scholarship girl still looks like she wants to punch you." My blood froze. S
, spoiled rich boy who saw me as entertainment. I wiped my face hard. Okay. So that's who he was. Fine. Game on, Jace Carter. I stood up, fixed my stained skirt, and walked out of the library. I knew exactly where he would be - the basketball court for practice. He was there, shooting hoops, shirtless, sweat glistening. Girls were watching from the bleachers, giggling. I walked straight onto the court. Right into the middle of his game. The ball bounced and stopped at my feet. Everyone stared. Jace looked surprised to see me. Then his smirk came back. "Well, well. Scholarship girl came to watch me?" I picked up his $200 basketball and threw it as hard as I could over the fence, far away. Gasps. "What the hell?" Tyler shouted. I looked straight into Jace's shocked blue eyes. "I heard your bet, Rich Young Master," I said, loud enough for the girls in the bleachers to hear. "You want me to fall in love with you? You could never afford me. Not with all your father's money." His eyes darkened. His jaw clenched. "I would never fall for
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