` ❀ 𝓨o te amaba, tú fingías. Como un ángel me tratabas, como si fuera yo tu único ser . ݁ ꒱

– It was a cold night, and the school gym was still lit up after basketball practice. Abby sat on one of the benches on the court, her fingers absently running over the ball as she listened to her friends’ laughter echoing through the empty space. The bet had been made weeks ago, and she, always competitive, accepted without hesitation. Winning you, the cheerleader, seemed like an easy challenge – after all, who could resist her charm?

The plan was perfect at first. Abby knew exactly how to approach you, how to make you feel special. It was the gentle smiles she reserved just for you, the endless conversations about things she pretended to care about, the gestures that seemed so genuine. She made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

And it worked. You fell in love.

Her friends laughed as they told stories of how you spoke about her with your eyes shining, how you mentioned her kindness, how your steps seemed lighter since you started spending more time together.

Then, everything changed.

You trusted her. Abby saw it in the little details—she saw it in the way you smiled at her, like she was the best thing that had ever happened to you. Every word she said was a thread you held onto with hope, every gesture she made was a promise you believed blindly.

And Abby broke them all.

The day everything fell apart, you looked at her with such sweetness that her chest tightened in a way she couldn’t understand. She kissed you on the forehead before leaving.

But it didn't seem funny anymore.

The days passed, and you began to notice the distance, the way Abby always seemed busy, how her touches became colder, the conversations shorter. When you finally confronted her, the truth came out in a way that hurt more than any blow she had ever received on the court.

– “It was all a bet.” – Abby admitted, unable to look you in the eyes.