The Witch and the Playboy [Completed] [English version]

JAKE'S POV

"For your third condition, you need to break up with Sierra, and I want you to do it in front of her locker, in the main hall where everyone is usually gathered. I want it to be dramatic and convincing. I want to see you cry. It'd definitely be fun!

I'm pretty confident that you can do this, Jake. Good luck!"

My heartbeat accelerates a hundredfold with mixed emotions—anger, disbelief, guilt, and fear.

I lift my eyes from the paper, only to meet Sierra's longing ones.

I try to move, but my feet seem to be stuck on the ground. Suddenly, a breakup is now as difficult as the most complicated Calculus problem.

I used to ghost them before. Some girls can be really obsessed, so I'll just make a drama to turn them off. Since I'm pretty famous in school, most girls know what to expect already, but some of them still manage to throw tantrums during and after breakups.

It had never been a big deal to me though, but this time...

Why the fuck are my insides trembling?

This is I think the most confusing situation that I have ever been in. I didn't expect to arrive at this point where I'd be stuck between two extraordinary girls.

One's a bitch and the other one's a witch.

You're doomed, bro.

Let's take it from the top.

Sierra's every guy's dream—the trophy girlfriend. She had set my standards when it comes to beauty, body, and performance.

Pepsi, on the other hand, is not your ordinary girl. She's unpredictable and screams danger, but at the same time, she's so damn interesting. 

I have a feeling that I'm going to regret cutting Sierra out. I want to keep her around, and at the same time, deal with Pepsi without Sierra knowing it.

And by dealing with Pepsi you mean...

I don't know. Just dealing with her in general. 

In short, do you want to date them both?

I don't want to date a freak! It's just all about the bet and this curse!

Am I considered crazy by talking to myself? I so want to bang my forehead against my locker right now.

Sierra and I continue to gaze into each other's eyes from the distance. She's looking at me as if she's waiting for me to make the first move and apologize...

But I needed to do the freak's condition, and this was the perfect opportunity. 

A brilliant idea suddenly comes rushing into my head when my eyes snap toward the nerd beside her.

I pick up the water bottle inside my locker, pour some into my fingers, and spatter it in my eyes to give me a so-sad-that-I-want-to-cry look.

With my creased forehead, I approach them rather furiously.

"What is the meaning of this?" My eyes flickered dramatically from Sierra to the nerd, and vice versa while faking a disappointed look. 

"What do you mean?" Sierra asks, acting clueless as if she hasn't locked eyes with me a few moments ago. 

"IS IT HIM?!" I suddenly yell my head off and exaggeratedly point my finger at the nerd who looks like he hasn't eaten anything for the last ten years.