His Regret, My Revenge

Chapter 2 – The Bet Begins

I couldn’t stop smiling.

His message was still on my screen. I must’ve read it ten times already.

Knoxx Montero:

You free this weekend?

Was this real? Was he really talking to me?

I hugged my knees to my chest, curled up on the couch with my sketchbook half-finished beside me. I hadn’t even replied yet. My fingers hovered above the screen, too nervous to type anything that might ruin the moment.

I thought about the way he looked at me yesterday — not through me, at me. Like he actually saw me. Like maybe, for once, I wasn’t just some quiet nobody sitting in the back of class with her head buried in charcoal and pencil dust.

This was Knoxx Montero.

The same boy I’d had a crush on since freshman year. The same boy who dated cheer captains, flirted with every girl in the hallway, and owned the basketball court like a god. He had no reason to notice someone like me. But he did.

Me:

Yeah. I think so. Why?

The moment I hit send, my chest started pounding like crazy.

He replied almost immediately.

Knoxx:

Cool. I’ll pick you up Saturday. 4PM. Dress warm. You’ll love it.

I bit my lip to stop myself from grinning too hard. Was this… a date? I didn’t want to assume. But it felt like it.

And God, I hoped it was.

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That night, I lay awake with my headphones in, staring at the ceiling. Every song sounded like him. Every lyric tasted like his voice.

I wanted to believe this was the start of something.

Something real.

Maybe I was stupid.

Maybe I was naive.

But I wanted him.

Even if it was just once.

Even if it ended in heartbreak.

I wanted to know what it felt like to matter to someone like him.

Because if anyone was going to take my first time…

It was going to be Knoxx Montero.