sketchbook ➴ bws [au]

03

| three ; "a deal, or a bet, or whatever it's called" |

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The boys and I had just arrived at the park with the big tree, also known as the park where I found the sketchbook. It was James' idea actually. He wanted to go here for a change since we always hung out in bars. Tris and Con were being stubborn since they didn't want to go here. They said that it was 'too quiet' for their liking and that they wanted to go party instead though I forced them to go. My reason? I wanted to play with my skateboard. Stupid huh? Well actually, I had this tiny amount of hope. I hoped that maybe, just maybe, the girl would actually be here, but no. The park was empty and it only contained trees, my best mates, and I.

"Let's race towards the big tree!" Tris said in a childish manner and I rolled my eyes. "Well, we literally have nothing to do so let's do it." I responded. We carried our skateboards and moved away from the big tree. We were about, I don't know, 250 meters or farther away from the tree? But anyway, I'm sure that I'll win. Among the four of us, I'm the best in skateboarding and winning this is like eating Ben and Jerry's cookie dough.

"1... 2... 3... go!"

We dashed and avoided the trees here and there. I was leading as usual, with James behind me, Tristan on third, and Connor not so far behind Tris. I smirked since the big tree entered my view. I'm gonna win, hell yeah.

I was about to reach the tree, but I suddenly felt myself falling. My body crashed on someone else's and soon enough, I was facing the floor. Shit, what the actual fuck happened? I snapped back to reality when I heard Tristan's voice.

"I win!" I looked up and saw him jumping around with his fist in the air. I groaned in but pain hit me on my leg and forehead afterwards.

"Can you like get off me now?" A familiar voice said in annoyance.

"Sorry." I muttered and started getting up. I reached my hand out to help the person up but she refused it and got up by herself. My eyes widened as I saw her face. It's her again.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Watch where your going next time!" I said in frustration.

She scoffed and rolled her brown eyes before responding. "Excuse me? Maybe you should watch where you're going because you clearly didn't see me walking."

"Why are you here anyway? Don't you have to study or do one of your nerdy shit?" I responded cold tone and before she could reply, I spoke again. "Are you stalking me?" She looked at me in a questioning look and started laughing her ass off.

"Me? Stalk you? You wish! And besides, I live near here so I go here often. Well, what about you? What are you doing here?"

"None of your business or concern." She raised her eyebrows mockingly and walked away. She headed over to Tris who was talking to her friend France? Or was it Paris? Or Patricia? Or whatever her name is. She said something and her two friends walked away with her.

"But mate, are you seriously alright?" Connor asked and I nodded. We were now sitting under the big tree, talking about what happened today and other random stuff.

"So," I began. "What's going on between you and, uhh, France?" I asked Tris.

"It's Francez. Well, that's her nickname but her real first name is Francesca." He hissed.

"Yeah, whatever. But on a serious note, what happened? You two were smiling madly." I said with a giggling James and Connor behind me.

"Nothi-"

"Little Trissy boy has a crussshhhh!" I teased and Tristan rolled his eyes.

"Little? Says you with the height of a girl and at least I don't have a crush on someone I haven't even seen." He said with full sarcasm.

"Shut up. Why do you have a crush on her anyway? You've only met her, plus she's no where near your type." I continued rambling about how she's not Tristan's type and how I was sure about the sketchbook girl, or sg, for short, was better than Francez. I looked over to a fuming Tristan Evans. James and Con were nowhere to be found. Well, of course they aren't here. They went home when I started rambling about the sg.

"That's it, Simpson." I looked at Tris with confusion written all over my face.

"Let's make a deal, or a bet, or whatever it's called." He paused for a moment and continued.

"You have to date Camilla for 2 months and make her fall for you. If you fall for her back and forget about the 'sketchbook girl', you have to give me £250, but if you don't, Connor, Tris, and I will help you find that 'sketchbook girl' of yours."

"Deal." I shook hands with Tris, while nodding my head.

"The bet starts when you ask her to be your girlfriend, meaning you have to make her like you." He grinned widely and I widened my eyes. What the hell? No, this will all be worth it when I find her.

"Also, you have one week to do that." I raised my eyebrows and widened my eyes in shock.

"What?! That's too short!" I yelled in frustration. Note to self: never insult Tristan Oliver Vance Evans.

"Fine, 1 week and 3 days, and that's final. If you fail to do so, you need to pay me the £250 we talked about." He said seriously as I glared at him.

"Anymore conditions, Mr. Evans?" I asked sarcastically.

"You can't tell anyone, and I mean anyone about this, even the boys. If you win, I'll tell them about the bet afterwards and then we'll help you find sg." I nodded and rolled my eyes. I bet I'll win. I will never fall in love with Camilla Marie Davies. I'd actually rather get hit by a car than fall for her.

"I'll win for sure. There's no way I'm falling for an uncute tomboy like her." I said confidently. She's not exactly a tomboy but anyway, she's close. Well, except for the fact that she doesn't have crushes on girls? But she dresses up like the guys in our university.

"Whatever. But you might regret saying that soon." He said but I gave him a questioning look. What's that supposed to mean?

"Nothing." He said sarcastically and I eventually gave up trying to find out what he meant.

"This bet thing is so cliché and so childish." I said honestly.

"But you agreed to it anyway." He chuckled.

What have I gotten myself into?

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i would like to thank tristanevcns(aka francez) bc she helped with this chapter and bc shes my mum, im her son, and tristan evans is my dada (jk, and im a girl okay)

oh and go read her tristan evans fanfic 'The Friend From Back Home' bc it's so good // oh, and if u see another a/n, it's not important.