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Chapter 1: The Bet List
"Okay, this what we've been waiting for boys, the school year is over in two weeks and the never ending pool of babes are about to be opened and ready for use."
Dalton stood proudly at the table located on his backyard patio, his plastic chair pushed back behind him as he made his announcement to his friends. "You know what this means?"
"We're bringing back tradition, for our last and final summer before we're obligated to be adults. The Bet List."
A leather bound notebook was roughly pulled from a plain black backpack, their prized possession all signed with their names and date from the moment they'd purchased it.
Opened to the first page was their signatures, sloppy and scribbled with ink pen. The following page is where it began, names passing a hundred count were all written and checked off, a sloppy signature of the initial, date, and price of bet beside the lucky girls name.
For the special girls, the memorable ones, they got a full page written in complete detail of how the boy had gotten her, how long he dated her, her greatest asset and her status of virginity before the boy had taken it. Only if the process was successful was the price box at the end checked off and signed by the paid and payer.
Dalton McMaster took the book, he was tall and lean but toned reasonably so as he played competitive soccer. He had beautiful blonde hair done so immaculately that it seemed like he did it every moment to keep it just right. His eyes were a pretty blue but nothing different from other blonde-haired, blue-eyed people. Dalton was a grade A douchebag and took pride in it as he walked around the halls of their high school treating people however he pleased without remorse.
Sitting beside him was Hunter Davis, he wasn't as mean but equally as lethal with average looks, brown floppy hair and whiskey brown eyes, but his weapon was his tongue. He won his girls over with the words that came from his mouth, articulated perfectly like a poet. Following in his older brother's footsteps, he played baseball like it was his life.
Third in the circle was Jake Mullins, he was smart and played the guitar. He was shy and preferred not to involve himself with contact sports. Instead he took swim classes to keep himself in shape and keep his job as a lifeguard in the summer. Jake's chestnut hair was cropped short at the sides and longer at the top, usually messy and pulled back with a frat boy cap.
Last was residential lady killer Elliot James, with his dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was gorgeous and muscular, not looking like most boys but it worked for him. Elliot was a trap, forbidden territory solely because he seemed too good to be true, too nice, too attractive to go for the underdogs, that's why he had the most names on his list. "Who's the lucky girls?"
"We're changing it up this year, a new set of fish of lure in," Dalton slowly spoke for his friends suspense. "Whatever girl we see, where ever they may be, one of us are allowed to pick her for The Bet List and you have until the rest of the summer to get in her pants one time with confirmation."
"Confirmation?"
"If she's a virgin, keep the sheets, you can tell by the blood, or take pictures after. Chicks always fall asleep, if she's naked then it counts."
Collective nods came from the boys all around the table, small smirks growing on their faces at the fun they'd been known to have throughout the high school years. "And the biggest rule, don't catch feelings."
