QUINN

I stood frozen, my humiliating defeat growing bigger by the minute while everyone cheered. Daniel stared at me like i was some cheap toy—a trophy he had won, a piece he could toss aside whenever he felt like it.

My eyes burned with tears and anger.

For years, I had tried my absolute best to get into Daniel’s good books, trying to be more than just a friend. Every single time he replied with that cold look of his, it made me dance around for no reason. Seeing his message earlier had actually filled me with hope.

I suddenly realized why he had started texting properly.

“A bet?!” I...