Mortals

The Bet 2

Julia's POV

I can't believe it. She used the popular card on me to escape me again.

Who would want to lose me? I mean aside from my friends who pretend to be busy to avoid hanging out alone with me, who?

As much as I was enjoying the crowd around me, I needed to find that kid, or her sister's gonna behead me.

She can get lost another time, not while she's under my watch.

I remembered the argument between those guys, and I know arguments like that always ends with a wager. Also I could hear them argue even over the crowd of fans begging for an autograph.

So, I used the opportunity.

“Guys, there's a wager going on over there!" I yelled, and as expected they all turned their attention back to the guys, and I dashed off, immediately their back turned.

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There's a crowd surrounding us now.

I could either freak out, or better use the opportunity to pin this guys down.

I still don't know how well my guy could play, so I don't even know where I stand. I'm relying on faith here.

“What are you driving at kid. Times are wasting." The elderly looking one asked.

“I'm asking you to let him play. After all they did announce it being opened to everyone." I said stylishly, and the crowd began murmuring.

“Plus, now, we'd make the competition even sweeter."

“How?" They all chorused.

“My guy wins and you guys leave room for anyone who wants to join the tournament, including those who don't know how to even surf, you'd have to teach them." I explained.

“Why would we do that?" The guy next to me asked.

He looks like a Raf.

“I'm not done." I replied,

“And mister champ here doesn't get to play in the tournament again." I added.

“Its Matt, and why would we agree to that. This deal feels a little ambiguous. What's in it for us?" He complains, and the crowd agrees to that.

“Not just you, the nutcracker guy as well." I added.

“Hey, those are our best players?" Mr stink complains.

“What afraid he'd whoop y'all asses?" I said mockingly.

“Afraid?" He repeated frustratingly.

“Its fine." Nutcracker replied calming stinky.

“You've stated your gains, so long ours are as favorable to us as yours are to you, you got it." He added, which made the crowd cheer.

“Don't forget, I have to approve of it first as well Pascal." Matt intrudes.

“Yes." Nut brain replied.

“So, what's our cut?" Matt questions anxiously.

“Well, if he fails, aside from the embarrassing aspect of it, he'd never show his face here again."

“That's such an unfair bargain, isn't it?" Pascal yelled to the crowd, and they agreed again.

“Oh, I wasn't done nut brain." I announced as well. “If he loses, all that plus I and him serving you guys for a month-"

“Who says we need nitwits like you? If we need any assistance here, we'd have hired some." Pascal announced mockingly, which made the crowd staring laugh.

Again, I couldn't find the humor in his words.

“I'll throw in a Sea Ray 540!" I added in a frustrated tone, which made everyone gasp in amusement, including Eric who had been silent for a while.

“A sundancer. How'd someone like you afford a thing like that?" He asked smilingly.

“Leave that for me to worry about." I replied.

It's definitely not cause my dad got one for my Fifteenth birthday, which I've never used cause I'm still quite scared of the ocean.

Don't wanna talk about it.

“Alright then. All that, plus the speed boat." He agreed, spitting on his right palm, then he stretched it towards me.

Gross.

He thinks I don't got the gut to take his slimy little hand, but I took it.

I'd be washing my hands and gloving it for days, but it's worth it to put this nutjob in his place.

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Few seconds later and the first contestants were already on their boards, and I got pulled by the ear by Julia.

“What was that for?" She yelled angrily.

“What was what for?" I replied in a pained tone from her super sharp long nails digging through my outta ear.

“Why did you have to interfere? Not to mention make a deal as crazy as that for someone you don't even know.

I mean where are you gonna get the money for a Sea Ray 540." She asks freakishly letting go of my poor ear.

“I'll save up." I replied playfully, rubbing gently at my pierced ear.

“Seriously!" She added in an even angrier tone.

“Chill, I have one. Got it from my dad as a birthday present." I replied in an exhausted tone.

“Oh! I keep forgetting you're a daughter to a billionaire.

He's such a nice dad that although you're adopted he got you such an expensive present.

Could he adopt me too?" She concluded weirdly. Her eyes were all dreamy and her voice filled with excitement for some reason.

Plus, was it only me or did I just hear this freak call me his adopted daughter.

“Wait, did you just mention me being his adopted daughter?" I asked confusingly.

“Yah." She replied confusingly, “Aren't you?"

“What made you conclude on that?" I added confused as well.

“Well, aside from the obvious appearance factor, and the fancy attire difference between you two. Debra told me." She replied..

Debra told her I was adopted.

I mean I know my father had kept me a secret from the press till he got married to her mom to avoid the incident that happened with my mom happening with me too. But that doesn't give her the right to steal my place.

I mean she's taking my unfortunate fate of whatever my father was trying to protect me from. But I'll take my chances.

“Come on, let's concentrate on this, we definitely don't want your guy losing." She added, turning her attention to where the contestants were.

“Why do you care all of a sudden?" I asked, turning my attention towards them as well.

“I can't let you lose your birthday present, especially when I haven't gotten to borrow it yet." She replied, I looked at her confusingly, then returned to watching.

I do hope I haven't made a wrong choice. I haven't worked a day in my life. What would that nitwits and his wicked friends make us do if my guy loses? And for a hole month...

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To Be Continued...