Chapter 57
by 
Yelawolf
You tell Ava you're going to the bathroom as
You confront Alina
You manage to catch the spunky Latina just as she's about to turn the corner, her hips swaying angrily with each step. "Alina, wait!" you call out, your voice firm but not harsh. She stops, her eyes flashing with irritation before she turns to face you, her arms crossing over her tight chest.
"What do you want?" she snaps, her full lips pursed into a tight line.
You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Look, I just wanted to talk," you begin, stepping closer. "I noticed you following Jason and his new girl. It seems like you're upset. But you shouldn't be stalking him because that's not healthy for either of you."
Alina immediately tell you. "No. You fucked up my plan sir. It was his job to lead his team to a victory during that football game. He won. You gave him words of encouragement to win. I wanted to played you to my advantage but you didn't give into my advances. You see, sir. We made a bet. If he won his silly football game. He could fuck whoever he liked. If he lost. He becomes my prom date and helps me pick out my dress. So you both played like assholes, fucking up my wonderful plans."
Her little revelation hit you like a sledgehammer, the weight of it knocking the wind out of you. You had no idea that your innocent pep talk had been part of a twisted bet. Alina's anger was palpable, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for unwittingly meddling in your son's love life.
"I'm sorry, Alina," you said, your voice genuine. "I didn't know about the bet. I just wanted to support him. I had no intention of... of ruining your plans."
She switch from her bitchy attitude to a more seductive tone. "It's okay, Mr. Stevenson," Alina pouted, her eyes flicking down to your crotch and back up to your face. "Maybe you can help me win him back?" she suggested, her voice dropping to a whisper. "It the right thing to do after all."
You knew Alina was a feisty one, but you had no idea she could be this manipulative. You felt a surge of protectiveness for Jason and a newfound respect for her determination. "Alina, I can't get involved in your relationship with Jason," you said firmly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It's between the two of you, and it's important that he chooses who he wants to be with, without any outside interference."
Alina shook her head staying persistent. "But you're already involved," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You gave him the pep talk that won him the game. And now he's with that... that... blonde bimbo!" Her voice was filled with contempt, and her words stung like a slap.
