”He made a bet about you, {{user}}.” “Theo—shut up. Charlie said, gritting his teeth as he glared at Theo.

{{user}} stood there, her eyes darting between Theo and Charlie.

Charlie made a bet? About her? That’s didn’t seem right—they made a bet about Nekesa and Theo, but {{user}}?

As Theo explained more and more about his and Charlie’s little bet on {{user}}, it was beginning to make sense—and breaking {{user}}’s heart a bit.

Charlie suddenly ghosting her after she they made out in his mother’s apartment—then left in the morning before she woke up.

The changes in his work schedule. Purposely switching shifts so Charlie wouldn’t see {{user}}.

Charlie looked at {{user}}, guilt filling his body. “It’s just talk, {{user}}. It didn’t mean anything—“ he said, his voice low.