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I was shocked at his request, to be honest it confused me. If he believed me then why would he want to make a bet, knowing he would risk the chance of being wrong? The idea of a bet wasn’t making any sense to me so I decided to ask him a question instead. “Why do you want to make a bet? If you believe me, which you said you did, why the bet?” I continued to look at his face so I could read his facial expressions. People always gave away so much in non-verbal communication. It had never occurred to me that he might have had an ulterior motive to the bet. I waited for his response quietly not realizing that we were at a stop light.

Having sex with a strange, unknown man. The female university student's name is Yuki. She comes from Vietnam like Daisy, but they are from different provinces. Daisy knows this girl a little bit. Yuki is a quiet girl, like to sink herself in the books and library. But that period of time, everything around her seemed to get darker.

In the end of her blabbering she didn't get any response. "Are you done?" Came the deep husky voice with Italian accent and heart skipped a beat.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

"Fine, if you're not Amanda, what's your name?" "Who said I wasn't Amanda?" She asked raising an eyebrow. "Please, My name is Amanda Walters. What I am saying is, I don't know who you are psycho, what's your name anyway?" "My name?" He stared at her, while she kept a blank face waiting for him to speak. "Jerry, my name is Jerry, Amanda. Let's pretend I haven't been your best friend for eight years and we haven't lived in the same apartment for four years, let's pretend you don't know that my name is Jerry. But just listen, if we do get out of this, I won't forgive you easily Amanda, maybe never."

Something is seriously not right. The room I’m in is a powder blue with little furniture aside from a white side table beside the bed. I stare at the glass of water atop it apprehensively. As thirsty as I am, am I really going to drink this water when I have no idea where I am or how I got here. Yes. Picking up the water, I drain it all, before considering my next move. It is that moment I realise someone is standing watching me at the door. He leans against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. There’s a moment of confusion before it hits me.

I contemplated what to do for a moment, then set the packets that I was carrying on the coffee table, opened my beer and sat down on the couch next to the one he had sat on. I could have a drink and chat for a bit before I make dinner. “Had you gone out?” I asked casually. “Sort of.” That… was an ambiguous answer. Uh… “What do you want to have for dinner?” “Nothing, really.” He shrugged. “Anything’s fine.” Did you… not want to talk? This was awkward. “Kakeru.” “Yes?” Tell me. “Are you going back with Hiro tonight?” … “Do you want me to stay?”