True or False?

"Hey, I need your help. I just bet that girl over there that I could get a girlfriend for a few months... Do a guy a favor?" Her heart thumped erratically. How often does the hottest guy in your class ask the quiet, new girl to be his girlfriend? And who doesn't love a good bet filled with love, lies, jealousy and heartbreak? "Sure," She said without hesitation. What could go wrong?

Chapter One

Chelsea Owens was the quiet girl. Never speaking out in class, never causing a scene, never doing anything to embarrass herself. That's just who she was. It never occurred to her that other guys thought she was attractive. To her she was just Chelsea Owens, not super pretty or popular, but definitely not ugly. She just wanted to get high school done and over with so she could move on with her life.

She was currently bent over her desk taking notes on the upcoming psychology quiz. She ran her fingers through her dark, silky hair, contemplating whether she should correct the teacher on his multiple spelling and grammatical errors. But in the end she ultimately decided keeping her mouth shut was the better option. She was the new kid after all, who was she to correct a teacher?

Don McGriffin sat in the back of that same class, mindlessly staring at the pretty girl in the front. She was a blonde cheerleader; totally stupid but with a hot body for sure. He smirked at her suggestively when she turned around and made eye contact with him. She smacked her gum and swiveled so that she was facing away again, but he didn't miss the jealous looks other girls were sending her. Hey, he couldn't help it if he was the coolest, sexiest dude there.

As he scanned the classroom in search of other hot chicks, his eyes fell on the shy new girl who sat in the middle of the class on the end, which was probably the most inconspicuous seat. She looked like she was seriously considering something, her eyebrows furrowed and her lip pouting in a cute way. Wait—cute? Donald McGriffin never thought of a woman as cute. He supposed she was hot, though, with her slight build and big blue eyes. Her dark hair covered part of her face, casting a mysterious shadow. She never talked or anything and she was kind of a loser, so his mind quickly drifted on to more exciting topics, like the chick shamelessly batting her eyes next to him.

"Hey, you gonna help me with this or what?" He asked, winking and pulling her desk right next to his.

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Lunch rolled around, Don's favorite subject. He leaned back in his seat at the coveted "popular" table. Smack in the middle of the cafeteria with boisterous kids shouting and laughing together, it was hard to miss. He laughed at something his friend said and slung an arm around the petite cheerleader beside him. McKenzie Lawly looked up at his handsome face in awe, Don McGriffin, the Don McGriffin had his arm around her and was smiling at her. Her heart thumped unevenly in her chest as his emerald eyes glanced down at her. Her friends across the table gazed wistfully at the two, sighing in envy.

"Hey McGriffin, you comin' tonight?" Jake Walton shouted across the noisy table at his best friend. Don leaned forward on laced fingers, contemplating.

"Well," he began, looking heavenward as if this were a very difficult question. "I only go to every awesome party, so uh, yeah!" He smirked and resumed his previous position beside Kenzie. She giggled beside him, placing her hand on his chest and looking up at his flawless features.

"Wow, I'm going, too! Maybe we'll like, see each other there!" She exclaimed, her adoring eyes never leaving his face. Don smiled briefly at her before starting up a conversation with Stacy Armstrong—who happened to be the host of the party everyone was talking about—and casually turning away from his doting fan.

Stacy was hot, one of the hottest girls in the sophomore class. Her parents were rich and went on vacation a lot, leaving Stacy a huge house to herself. She threw the best parties, and everyone who was anyone would be there. Don wondered if she'd ever hooked up with a random dude at one of her own parties. If she did, she would definitely be his target for this upcoming party.

"So, any new love interests Stace? You and Greg broke up over a month ago, so you've probably waited long enough." He said, earning a few giggles and a half-hearted glare from Stacy herself.

"If you must know, I don't exactly like anyone at the moment." She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. She picked up a fry and took a bite, rolling her eyes at the girls who gave her incredulous stares. "That's partly why I'm having this party in the first place, to find a new guy or somethin'." She said around the food in her stuffed mouth.

It might have seemed gross, but Stacy was hot, and normal. That's why Don liked her so much. She was ok with eating greasy food and not afraid to get dirty, unlike too many of the girls at Richmond High. They'd been friends since 7th grade, back when both were quiet new kids looking for a friend.

"Well you need look no longer!" Don exclaimed, standing on his chair and gesturing gallantly at her. She laughed and told him he was an idiot and to sit down. "But my lady," he protested, pretending to sound shocked, "How can I control my feeling toward such a beautiful woman?" He grinned and held his hand out to her, gesturing for her to come up with him. Kenzie, however, wasn't so amused. She stood abruptly and walked away stiffly, nose in the air. Don's eyebrows raised and he sat down, fighting a smile. Once her retreating figure was far enough that she wouldn't be able to hear him, he burst out laughing.

Stacy rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot." He grinned lopsidedly and threw a fry at her.

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Chelsea studied the strange boy as he stood on his chair and swung his arms around. He looked silly, showing off for that girl. His blonde hair stuck up at an odd angle in the back, and she smiled to herself at the sight. She nibbled on her cookie and glanced around to make sure no one saw her staring. Being the new girl was nothing new, but sitting alone at lunch was always the worst of changing schools. During class she could easily just read or focus on the teacher, but at lunch she was so obviously alone it was painful. It wasn't that she liked looking like a total loser, but she hated making new friends, especially because she was sure she'd be leaving them in a few short months. Having a dad in the army was cool and all, but moving around constantly was hard.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" A girl bounced into the seat next to Chelsea and followed her eyes to where they were lingering on that boy again. "Don't tell me, Don McGriffin?" The girl asked, wrinkling her nose. "That dude's a jerk. He thinks he's so cool 'cause he sits at the popular table." She muttered bitterly, her features turning dark for a moment. "So what's your name?" She had wavy, dark brown hair with purple ends. Her chocolate-colored skin was blemish free, uncommon in high school, and she had several piercing in her ears and a diamond stud in her nose.

Chelsea frowned at her words, why did she always end up liking guys who were jerks? "My name's Chelsea, what's yours?" She said politely and stretched out her hand. At first the girl looked a little surprised at the offered hand, then shrugged and shook it vigorously.

"I'm Shaylisa, but you can call me Shay." She smiled and looked back toward Don's table. "You know who is a catch, though? Trent Carter. I don't know why he hangs out with them, but he's such a gentleman. Once I dropped my pencil in biology, it was a total accident, I swear! Anyway, he picked it right up for me and handed it to me and smiled at me. And when I took my pencil, our hands touched." She sighed dreamily and rested her head on her hand, looking at that table with dopey eyes.

"Hey Shay!" A guy called, walking toward the table the girls were sitting at.

"Oh hey Keith, this is Chelsea." Shay pointed to the girl huddled behind her. Keith craned his head to see Chelsea, he'd heard about the new girl. She was said to be pretty shy, but he'd also heard she was pretty hot. He sat on the other side of her and smiled brightly, sticking out his hand and introducing himself.

Chelsea placed her small hand in Keith's big one, shaking it gently and returning his smile. A blush crept onto her cheeks when she realized how cute he was, with reddish-blonde hair and a sprinkling of freckles. "Are you going to the party tonight, Chels?" Keith asked.

"P-party?" Her eyes widened. She'd never even been invited to a birthday party, let alone a real one. "Er, I wasn't invited." Chelsea mumbled, looking down.

"Well consider yourself officially invited!" Shay said and clapped her on the back, nodding. "But I hope you have something suitable to wear." Chelsea shook her head slowly, looking a little confused.

Keith spoke up, "You can only wear the best at these parties, it's like a fashion contest or something. Some girls have class, but most of 'em just dress like skanks, not that I mind." He winked.

"Keith, why don't you go hit on someone who isn't new?" Shay rolled her eyes and turned Chelsea toward her. "What he means to say, is that, well, yeah. It pretty much is a fashion contest. If you don't have anything that's okay, you can come to my place after school and I'll help you get ready!" She squealed, smiling widely. Keith accused them of girly talk and waved goodbye, wandering to another table.

"I don't know if I can go to a party tonight, my dad'll probably want me to unpack some more, and I don't really know anyone…" Chelsea rambled, thinking of an excuse not to go. Shay seemed really nice, but there were usually a lot of people at parties, and that meant socializing—which wasn't exactly Chelsea's strong suit.

"Oh come on, text your daddy right now and tell him you need girl time after all that moving or something." Shay grumbled, pouting.

Reluctantly, Chelsea pulled out her iPhone and sent a text to her dad, asking if she could go home with a friend and have a late night. It was a Friday, after all. After a few minutes he texted back a simple yes, which meant she'd probably have to explain it Saturday morning to him and her mother. They worried that she had no friends all the time, her mother even considered moving somewhere permanently, leaving her father to travel solo, but Chelsea had convinced them it was fine, and now anytime she had a friend she was forced to tell them all about it.

"Well, he said yeah so…" Chelsea said, holding up her phone for proof.

"Yay! Okay you can just ride the bus home with me and Keith will take us to the party tonight. Sound good?" Shay didn't even wait for an answer before jumping up and bounding away, calling over her shoulder, "I'll go talk to him, see you after school, Chels!"

Once again Chelsea was alone, and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Tonight she was going to her first ever High School Party.

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Shay emerged from her grand walk-in closet dressed in the shortest denim shorts Chelsea had ever seen and a tight white tube top. Her bright red converse contrasted sharply, giving the outfit a funky look. Loose curls cascaded down her back and her makeup was dark and smoldering.

Chelsea shook her head. "I'm not wearing anything like that. Not that it looks bad or anything!" She sputtered, realizing what she said could have been taken offensively. "It looks really good, on you. I'm just not really comfortable wearing something so revealing and I don't think I could ever pull something like that off anyway and I—"

"Girl, chill!" Shay laughed, sashaying past her and flopping on her bed. "I won't make you wear something like this if you don't wanna, and I figured you wouldn't. I already picked something out for you." She rolled on her stomach and pointed to the closet. Chelsea cautiously peeked through the door as if there were monsters inside, ready to jump out and attack her.

Inside awaited a simple enough outfit. It was cute: not too flashy, but not drab either. Chelsea smiled timidly at Shay before shutting the door and stripping of her own clothes. She pulled on the sparkly black skinny jeans and green and black lacy corset-type top. It was a lot tighter than she was used to, and she wasn't sure how to lace up the back. She held the bodice tightly and stepped out of the closet, asking Shay if she would help her with the back.

Much to her surprise, Keith had taken Shay's place on the bed, flipping through a fashion magazine. At the sound of Chelsea's voice his head snapped up and his eyes fell on the new girl, only she wasn't exactly the timid girl he'd met at school today. Her thin legs were wrapped in tight jeans, and she was wearing a corset, which was only held up by her hand. Keith's eyes widened slightly, she looked really good.

Chelsea flushed when she realized Keith must have been thinking what a fool she looked like. "Oh, uh, sorry," She stuttered, backing slowly into the closet and bumping into the open door. "I thought Shay was out here, I didn't, um, I thought you were coming later, uh… Okay. I'm just going to go back in this closet and die of embarrassment now." She mumbled, hanging her head.

Keith laughed and stood up. "You are too much, Chelsea. Come here, I'll do you up." He grinned, motioning for her to come back out so he could help her. His smile covered the fact that he may have been just as nervous as her. Chels smiled apologetically and walked back out toward Keith. She held the top up with one hand and swept her hair over her shoulder with the other. Keith's fingers grazed her bare back as he reached down to lace up the back. She shivered under his light touch.

His face hidden, Keith grinned at her reaction; it was exactly what he'd been hoping for. He leaned closer to her and pulled the strings tight, causing Chelsea to jump a little and gasp. He chuckled under his breath and started on the next loop, breathing down her neck as he did so.

"Keith!" Shay shouted, marching into the room and causing Keith and Chelsea to jump away from each other—Chelsea startled, Keith guilty.

"What are you doing? Get out you freak!" She harrumphed and shoved him out the door before slamming it. She spun to face Chelsea, her eyes filling with concern. "Did he do anything to you? The guy's one of my best friends, but he's a total idiot." She shook her head and walked toward Chelsea, studying her outfit.

"He was just helping me tie the back," Chelsea said. She's so naïve, Shay thought to herself.

"Nooooo, he just wanted an excuse to get really close to you." She grumbled, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, that looks really good on you, so I guess I'm not surprised. Here, I'll help you."

She finished lacing up the back of the corset and gave Chelsea a leather jacket to wear over it. The girls headed downstairs to a waiting Keith, ready to party.

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