The Streets Aren't Where Everything Happens.

The Bet.

              

"Ugh, What do you want Jordan? I don't have time for childish games, I need to get to class." I said a little bit snappy. "Okay, okay, calm down kitten. I was just curious of what that was about back there." He said in a monotone voice.

"Nothing, it was about nothing okay. Look, I've got to go, but I'll see you you tonight on the track okay." I said vaguely annoyed.

"Wait, before you go, how about we make this interesting." He said cocky like. I looked at him, gaining interest with every moment. "Interesting? Are you saying that I'm going to lose, because if you are, you are sadly mistaking. But please do indulge me in this "interesting" thing." I said snarky like back. "I be saying that I believe you might lose tonight, but where was I going with this again? Ah, yes. The bet. "

I looked up here with eyes that could kill, but continued to listen. "If I were to win tonight you have too..." He said graciously looking up and tapping a finger to his cheek and then looking back at me. "You, kitten, have to go out with me until I say otherwise." He said smirking. "And what if I win? Which, huh, I will." I said smirking back.

"We'll just have to cross that bridge when we get to it, IF we get to it." He said taking a step towards me. He looked at me and gently cupped my cheek and started to lean in. He bent down towards my neck, and gently hung over my ear and whispered something vaguely. "Don't flatter yourself so hard kitten." He said. I looked up with a breath hitched in my throat.

"Ugh what are you some hormone driven teenage delinquet? Oh wait, that's right, I almost forgot, how silly of me, you are." I said while quickly getting a hold of myself and taking a step back. I looked up at him, and man if looks could kill, I would be 10 feet under.