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(Matt's POV)

I drowned out every sound other than the tap of my feet stepping across the floor. I dodged every person I passed as I walked toward the one girl I haven't made out with this year.

I never really got to know her this year, but it's not like I really ever wanted to. At that moment, the vodka fueling me was clouding my brain and I was on a little mission, so I didn't worry about knowing her or not. That, and the $25 dollars in my pocket that was part of the bet to seduce one of the nerdiest girls in Wattson High. I smirked.
This is going to be way to easy.

I finally reached her and instinctively flipped my hair and plastered a fake smile on my face, showing off my white teeth. I practiced my pick-up lines through my mind. I managed not to scrunch my nose in slight disgust when my victim's friend glanced at me.

She looked kind of ugly, dirty-blonde straight hair that had way too many split ends covered her face. She had light brown eyes and a lot of freckles all over her. She wore a loose tie-dye t-shirt with short shorts and neon flip-flops. Her hair was in a messy bun and her bangs were scraggly. Her eyes widened when our eyes met and I stuck my hands in my jean pockets.

The friend hastily whispered, "Omg, Sabrina, it's Matt Tailor!!"
Hm. So my target's name is Sabrina.
"Who cares? He'd never talk to us," Sabrina gave her friend a "DUH" expression.
Yeah, well I wouldn't be caught in a 10 mile radius around you either, but this is one exception because of this stupid bet.

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