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PROBLEM XX : How You Win A Bet!

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PROBLEM XX | How You Win A Bet!

"Hey Clover, there she is. And your time starts—" Kyle looked at his wrist watch, "Right about now!"

Macy smirked, "Now I'm starting to feel bad for Fomah," She said, and I gasped dramatically, "I am offended Macy Love! I am the one you should be feeling sorry for!" Macy rolled her eyes as I took a good breath and stood up from my seat. Thinking for a split second, I sat back in my seat the way I stood up.

Greg made a baby face, "Little wittle Clover got scared?" He said, as Grant came forward and pulled on my cheeks. I smacked his hand away, "You wish. Call her over," I said.

"W-What...Why!" The big guy said. "Okay, that's it! What the cherries is your name? Or should I just start calling you big guy?"

"It's Dean. And Cherries, really?" Dean said, rolling his eyes. Houston snorted, "And you call me a Drama queen!" Kyle smirked beside Houston, "I wonder the reason why." And that earned him a smack upside the head.

"She's coming right to us. No need to call her," Dean said, jerking his head towards Reyana. "Whatcha gonna do?" I shrugged.

"Hey Reyana, Would you like to sit with us?" I asked, my voice sickly sweet. Her face cringed, "I don't need your permission to sit on this table." My face screwed into one of confusion, "I never knew Oxford changed its definition of ask to that of asking permission."

I looked at her, "When did that happen?"

"Bitch, just shut up," Sphe sneered at my face. I looked down at myself, and then looked back at her with a innocent face, "I don't understand. I definitely don't have four legs nor do I have paws. How can I be a bitch?"