"This is real-" he curses under his breath, "Fuck it's all real."
Ethan, a star player on the hockey team, finds himself ensnared in a secret bet with his teammates. They wager that he can't date the intellectual and independent Willow, who happens...
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🝮 𝐃 𝐄 𝐁 𝐀 𝐓 𝐄 🝮 𝐓𝐖!!
I leaned against the locker room door, trying to keep a distance from the overwhelming stench of sweat that filled the air. The metallic scent of sweaty gear mixed with the lingering aroma of various sprays and deodorants.
Ace, still in his hockey gear, was taking his time getting changed, leaving me to wait impatiently next to the door. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of teammates in various states, the sounds of water from the showers and the clanking of locker doors filling the spaces between conversations.
Finally, Ace emerged from his shower, looking infuriatingly calm, as though he had all the time in the world. He threw me a smirk, clearly enjoying his own time.
"Alright, are you happy now?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, I'm overjoyed," I shot back, rolling my eyes. "You know, we don't have all day to wait for you and your primping routine."
Nathan chimed in again, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I have a proposition," he said, his smile growing wider.
"What is it?" Ace ever so curiously asked, like Nathan didn't always have stupid fucking propositions or ideas.
"Walk and talk," Nathan replied, gesturing towards the locker room doors leading to the hallway. "I'll explain as we go."
"Okay, so get this," he began, "I have an idea – a bet, if you will." Ace and I exchanged a glance as we walked, both of us sensing it was going to be something ridiculous.
"A bet?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. "What are you talking about, you are so fucking ridiculous you know that Nathan?." Nathan chuckled, enjoying being the center of attention. "I've been thinking,"
I rolled my eyes, clearly annoyed by the direction this conversation was taking. "And what exactly is this challenge you're proposing?" The words came out with a hint of irritation, my patience with Nathan's games wearing thin. We stop at my truck.
Nathan smirked, seemingly unfazed by my grumpy tone. "It's nothing major," he replied, his smirk growing wider. "Just something to spice things up a bit."
"Willow Sinclair, she's the bet—on the debate team, she's independent quite hard to crack, she's fucking mysterious and hot."
I had to admit, Nathan's idea wasn't half bad. A bet to break through Willow's tough exterior and have a little fun with the situation. As I looked at Nathan, I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at his audacity.
"Alright," I said, my tone betraying a hint of amusement . "I'll do it. I'll take on your fucking bet." Ace and Nathan exchanged grins, clearly happy with my response.
"Good man," Ace said, thumping me on the shoulder. "This should be interesting, to say the least."
"What's in it for me?" Nathan's grin grew wider as he responded, "What's in it for you? Simple. Bragging rights, my friend. You succeed, and you'll have the honor of being the one who managed to crack the tough Willow Sinclair."
