ღ It Started With A Bet- Part Oneღ
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"Misacchi! Let's make a bet!" Kise exclaimed making me flinch, I swear this guy can make your eardrums bleed with that high pitched scream. I whipped my head towards his direction and motioned him to go further. "Let's see," He paused for a while, "Make Midorimacchi fall in love with you!~"
"Who's he?" I bluntly replied, while sipping on my drink. "EH?! YOU DON'T KNOW HIM?!-"I directly placed my palm on his lips to silence him. Once I took my palm away from his mouth, he started talking again.
"He's in our school, he's a year younger than you but you've passed by him many times now. Oh! And he also has green hair and wears glasses!" In an instant, I spat my drink. "EWWW!!! MISACCHI!!" He started wiggling while closing his eyes. "Kise, it didn't even go to your face." I deadpanned. "BUT IT'S GROSSS!!"
After a few more minutes of Kise's rants, he FINALLY stopped, which was really a relief for me since I don't want the whole school population to know what we're talking about.
"So this Midorima guy, is the broccoli dude that wears glasses and always reads a book every time I pass by?" I asked the copy cat who was still wiping his face with wet wipes because of the spit that didn't even touch his face in the first place. "Huh? OH! YEAH YEAH!"
"Right and I still don't know your intentions on asking me this bet. I mean, aren't you suppose to ask the guy to make him fall for me?"
"Ohohoho, Midorimacchi would never say yes to those, he would most likely turn me down harshly because it's 'irrelevant' for him." He mocked the said guy and narrowed his eyes while doing it. "Well he's got a point, but in any case I'll accept the bet. If I can make him fall for me, you will go to the center of the campus and sing 'I'm Sexy And I Know It'. If I give up on the bet, you can pick any consequences for me."
"EHH?!! I'M NOT DOING THAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL!!"
"Well, I can let you run around naked." I smirked. "N-NO! FINE! I'LL SING!" He pleaded. "ANYWAYS! How many months will you give me?"
"Zero months, I'm not putting a schedule for this. But you have to thank me Misacchi if you ever get cute babies! ~" He winked, which made me blush deeply. "URUSAI!" I smacked his head with a magazine, which I literally forgot that I was holding it until now.
"ITAAIII!!" He cried while holding the top of his head.
I smiled and grabbed my bag so I can leave him and walk to my next class. I was quietly praying no girls or guys will follow me and start fangirling/ fanboying and giving me their numbers. I still don't get why people fawn on models like me and Kise, but I guess our job is to attract the crowd and make them look at us.
"MISA-CHAN!!" Some girls started screaming while I was walking on the corridors. I turned around and plastered a fake smile and waved at them. "Hi!~" I winked and started walking but to my dismay they started crowding me. Great.
"Yamazaki-senpai! Please accept my phone number!" One guy shouted as he handed me a piece of paper with he's phone number and he's name written on it. "I-I'm sorry, Natsuki is it? I'm sorry, but I don't accept any cellphone numbers from people I don't know, but I'll keep it I guess." I awkwardly took the paper from his hands and his face literally lit up like stars.
"Excuse me! You're blocking the hallway, nanodayo!" A certain voice shouted within the ward of students. "E-Etto, excuse me." I fished my way out of the crowd, hoping the students would disperse, but luck was never in favor of me today.
"Minna!~" I shouted with my usual cheery voice. All heads turned towards me as I cleared my throat and continued,
"A-Ano, could you all go back to your classrooms? I'm late for my next class." And with that they dispersed as if nothing ever happened. "Finally." I breathed out a sigh of relief. I checked if there was anyone left with in the corridors; I saw no one except this certain green haired guy who was wearing glasses, he seems to have saw me too but that wasn't the weird thing; the weird thing was he was blushing a deep shade of red.
I just shrugged it off and made my way to my next class, history.
Somehow the day passed by quickly as expected and I didn't even see Kise today, which was weird but I figured he has a photo shoot today. Now that I think about it, I have a photo shoot too today!
"OH MY GOSH I'M LATE!!"
I quickly made my way towards the train station and into the studio, the photographers were waiting for me and they had smiles on their faces, but my manager? Not so happy.
"You are one hour late. Where have you been?" My manager said sternly, but kept a straight face. "Ehehe, I forgot." I answered sheepishly as I scratched the back of my head. "You're such a pain." She sighed as she sweat dropped. "So, where's Masaki?" I ask her.
"He can't go here since he's not "in the mood"." She answered using air quotes.
"If he's not coming I'm not waiting for him; heck I haven't even called his phone!" She continued. "What a great manager I have." I playfully rolled my eyes as I giggled at her complaints; I mean people working for you and complaining in front of your face is pretty funny.
I was still thinking about the bet Kise made, it was kinda creepy to make a bet out of the blue but that's Kise for you. He always makes surprises. I wonder, was that Midorima whom I saw in the corridors? Or was it just some guy who wanted attention and dyed his hair green? I'll just have to wait until Kise introduces me to him. But one thing is for sure, I can't wait to meet him.
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A/N: Chapter one! YAY ISN'T THAT GREAT?! Anyways, they are in highschool but they're in the same schools, I'll let them join the Basketball club but I won't really add any of those awesome basketball scenes.
Lol, this is my first time writing a KnB fanfic. I'm hoping this was good (?)
Thanks for reading!~
-Mary
(PS: This book gets weirder, but (probably) not too weird
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It Started With A Bet
FanfictionIt Started with a Bet, but will it end a Bet? Or will it blossom a new relationship? Why don't we find out DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any of the characters I ONLY own my OCs and the story. The art is not mine it belongs to its rightful owners.