A Bet Gone Wrong

Chapter Thirty: Fireworks

Rebecca

The carnival was a mixture between that, and a fair. There were games, food stands, parades, and millions of other things going on. My mom and dad were out at a restaurant on a date, so I was aloud to hang out all evening. It's around eight now, and the sun has gone down some more so it isn't boiling hot like it was earlier.

"So Rebecca, what do you want to do before the sun completely dies?" Cameron asked as he beat me at yet another dumb game. I swear these things are rigged each time I played because I never won. The worst part was that whenever Cameron could get me a prize of some sort, he just told the guy handing them out not to worry about it. He started walking away as he spoke, until I grabbed his arm.

"Are you kidding me?" I shouted at him. "Look at that dolphin." I told him. There was a fluffy dolphin just a head shorter than his little brother, and it was royal blue with eyes that were shimmering.

He sighed as he glanced up at the dolphin. "What about it?" He asked as if it wasn't the most beautiful stuffed dolphin in the world.

All these toy swords around, but no guns! If I had a gun I would seriously blow his head off right here right now. No I take that back, then I wouldn't be able to see those gorgeous blue eyes of his, or hear his smooth voice. I guess I could shoot his balls off, don't really need those mwahaha. "It's so pretty, you have to get it." I ordered him.

His eye brows rose in surprise. "Says who? I have no need for a little toy dolphin, the guys would think I was gay or something." He scoffed. MEN!

I gasped at him and he frowned with confusion. "Are you a hater against gays?" I asked him wide eyed. From the look on his face I could tell the answer to the question was 'yes'. Maybe he just is because he is a guy, and he's straight, but that gives him no right to hate on gays. I mean I don't like or hate them, I'm on the mutual team who could honestly careless what anyone was. We're all humans, so as long as nobody turns into a cannibal or and alien to start eating people, I don't have an issue with it.

"I'm guessing that you aren't, but that's okay because you're a girl and you wouldn't understand how strange it really is." He replied. "Personally I don't have an issue with them, but when there are two guys making out in the school hallways, it's just wrong."

Really, he wants to go there? "So it's wrong if two guy who like each other, kiss, but it's okay for you to make bets with your friends to sleep with girls and then leave them afterwards?" I asked accusingly. "Some sense that makes."

"It isn't the same thing," he argued. "Think about it, when a girl and guy have sex, it's normal. There are specific places for things to go and it's completely natural." I took a step back and shook my head disgusted by the images he was implanting in my head. "And then you have two guys, which means that they have to place things in unnatural places." He continued.

See this is the kind of shit I'm talking about. He could talk about this all day for the rest of his life and be perfectly comfortable about it. But when I ask him whether or not he likes me, I get nothing. Guys are truely douche bags. "As if you've never placed something in an unusual place before." I frowned. Knowing him and how much 'experience' he has, I could only imagine (not that I'd want to) the places he has...never mind. My point is that he is the definition of a man-whore.

"Maybe a few ti-" Before he could finish his sentence, I smacked my hand over his mouth.

"I don't need to know everything gross about you Cameron." I muttered as my stomach began to feel a bit queasy. "So if you're done making me want to barf, we can continue walking around."