Thin Ice {UNDER CONSTRUCTION}

11. Bets with Tongue

I knew you were

You were gonna come to me

And here you are

But you better choose carefully

'Cause I, I'm capable of anything

Of anything and everything

Dark Horse: Katy Perry

11. Bets With Tongue

The week following the movie incident, as everyone had taken to calling it, went by quickly.

I hardly had any mishaps with Marsha, aside from the fact that she told everyone I was a two face whore. I rebutted with,"She really shouldn't talk about herself like that, it really takes a blow on her self esteem."

It was once again Friday, and I don't think anyone was happier than me that the Monday following the weekend was a holiday. AKA no school.

"God, I can't wait 'til Christmas break," I commented as I shoved my books into my locker, having finished my homework in study hall.

"And I can't wait 'til Christmas shopping," replied Leila.

"And parties," added Brynn.

"More like satirical ghosts," said Rachael, obviously speaking of the Christmas Story.

"Bah humbug," Leila joked, slinging her purse over her shoulder, before turning to us happily.

"So there's a party tonight at Pierce's? You guys game?"

Surprisingly, I felt myself saying. "Of course!"

I blame Brynn utterly and completely for my now current love of parties.

Brynn snapped her head towards me with her mouth hanging, looking rather akin to a fish.

Rachael threw herself against the lockers, plastering herself to them with a look of absolute horror on her face.

"Dear God! What's happened to Vivi? She hasn't had a sub-African voodoo spirit swap, has she?"

We looked at Rachael with extremely confused expressions on our faces.

Seeing our stares, she shook her head and muttered, "Amateurs", under her breath.

Leila was slightly smiling. "The good girl is in, meaning the rest of you have to come."

Brynn shook her head. "I can't."

I turned to her. When did Brynn ever not go to a party?"

"What? Why?"

"I....I have a date," she murmured, ducking her head.

"WHAT?" Leila yelled.

"With who? Where? When? Why didn't you tell me?" I rapidly fired off questions at her.

"Woah, woah, woah! Everybody calm down!" Brynn ordered, giving us a glare, but her cheeks were tinged with pink.

"SHE'S BLUSHING!" I yelled, pointing at her.

"SHE NEVER BLUSHES!" echoed Leila.

"Dear lord, I think everyone's been possessed," muttered Rachael rather dryly.

"Calm down, you two, and I'll tell you," Brynn bargained, eyeing Leila and I warily.

We immediately shut up, leaning forward expectantly.

"It's with....Bryan West."

I had prepared two things. One, to squeal in delight. And two, to seriously chastise her choice in men.

But to be honest, I had absolutely no idea who the guy was.

"Who?"

"Bryan West."

".....he go here?" asked Leila, her nose scrunched. She didn't know him either.

"Yeah, senior."

Leila and I looked at each other, before nodding slowly.

"Oh, yeah. Him."

Brynn gave us a withering look. "You don't know him at all, do you?"

"Nope."

"Not a bit."

Brynn sighed, shaking her head, before looking behind us.

"So you definitely can't come to Pierce's party?"

"No, sorry. You'll have to keep an eye on Vivi alone.

I smacked Brynn's arm, rolling my eyes.

"I'll monitor you any day, Vivi," came the annoying voice from over my shoulder.

I didn't even bother to turn around, instead I locked my locker and walked down the hall.

"Aw, come on, Vi, loosen up."

I snorted. We all knew what he meant by 'loosen up'. I voiced my thought aloud.

"Well then, since you know exactly what I mean, lets fuck."

I winced at his vulgar language.

"Could you not cuss? Seriously."

"Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?" he asked, a slight amusement to his voice.

"No. It's just not needed in every sentence."

"I don't cuss in every sentence."

I raised a brow at him, walking towards the parking lot still.

"I don't."

"Mmhmm," I dissented, my face disapproving.

"Well, even if I do, it's not like it's a habit. And I can do what I damn well please."

I laughed silently at his slip up, as he growled. He grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop and into his chest.

I noticed we were in the parking lot, standing near a black Ducati, which I had saw Diesel drive before. It wasn't his usual bike, but it looked more expensive.

Who was he upping his game for?

His words broke me out of my thoughts.

"Fine! How about this. You're going to Pierce's party, right?" he asked, looking down at me with dark eyes.

I nodded, unsure of where this was going.

"Good. Tonight I won't cuss at all. I'll prove to you that I can go the entire night without cursing."

I bit back a smile. "You sure you wanna do that, Diesel? I mean, that might be a bit much for you. You might want to take slow steps-"

"And when I do it, you have to kiss me."

I clammed up at that, my words stopping like a car pile up in my throat.

Was it suddenly hot out here?

"K-kiss you?"

He nodded, his lips curled into a smug smirk. I wanted to wipe it off. And I knew exactly how to do it.

I backed up, his eyes watching my every step, until my legs bumped the back of his Ducati.

"And if I win, I get to take your baby out for a ride. Alone," I countered, running my hand along the soft leather seat.

The smirk definitely disappeared then, replaced by a frozen look of nervousness.

"You don't mean-"

"Oh, but I do. That's just how confident I am that you'll loose."

His eyes hardened, as did his mouth, and a look of steely determination came over him.

"Game on, good girl."