BET

Chapter Thirty-Two

Kasia

"You're still a fucking loser."

Since the events in the locker room with the four of us, things have seemingly fallen into a surprisingly simple routine. Without the confines of a bet weighing over my decision making, I'm free to do whatever I want with them, and that is exactly what I do.

Sometimes I feel like I'm married, having to coordinate prescheduled times to see each of them so we can fit it in between all of our schedules. But I've had boyfriends before, I know how to do the girlfriend thing. Even if it is with three different guys who all know about each other.

I enjoy the slipping into coat closets for a quicky between class or meeting up with them all after practice when they are very sweaty and needy, just as much as I'm starting to enjoy the fast-food dates and trips to the movies that they take me to on the weekends.

I had to tell Evelyn about what happened when I went to their game eventually, so when I finally spill all the details about that night and our exclusivity, she has to tease me about losing her second bet. But even as she tells me of my loss, I just can't seem to be bothered like I would have been before.

Even losing something as sacred as one of Evelyn's bets, which used to be my worst nightmare, doesn't seem to bring me down from the high that I am riding. I smile around the spoonful of ice cream in my mouth as I recall one of our dates when the four of us went bowling.

"Feels like winning." I respond, shrugging my shoulders.

As if on some sort of queue, my phone buzzes in my pocket and I sit my bowl down on the table to pull it out, seeing Simon's picture on the screen next to a text message.

Spring Break. Already paid for. Your ass is coming, don't be difficult.

The words on the screen of my phone are as stern as if Simon was saying them to my face, which is now twisted up in confusion at my spring break plans already being made for me without much notice. Another message pops up right after with a link to a location and an attached travel itinerary. My confusion turns into outright shock as I close the message, returning my phone to my pocket until I am finished with my food.

Later when I am on the way home, I click on the message again, hovering over Simon's picture before pressing the call button and bringing the phone to my ear. He answers after a few rings.

"Hello?" speaks the gravely voice on the other side of the call.

"Hey," I respond, searching for my keys in my pocket.

"Did you get my message?" he asks, not wasting any time.

"Since when are you the type to make a travel itinerary?" I answer his question with one of my own.

"I hate when things are unorganized." he says simply.

I snort and shake my head. "I'm sure, Mr. Bateman."

"Is this you being difficult, Kasia?" he asks, sighing. "I think I specifically asked you to not do that."

"Oh, come on. I have to be the least difficult person you've ever met." I smile around my words.

"You're in the top 5 percent." he responds quickly.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, keep talking in percentages and itineraries, I'm close."

"Nearing the top 3 now."

"Still want me to come?"

Simon doesn't seem to hesitate on the other side of the call. "You're coming, or I'll really show you Patrick Bateman."