"what are you, gay?" i asked mitchell, my second best friend.
he fake gasped, "why would you accuse me, the straightest, definitely not homosexual, 100% heterosexual, definite female eye candy, of being gay?" he said sarcastically.
i just laughed. mitch was different than my other friends. he was up front, didn't sugarcoat things. i was glad he was someone i could come to, especially when maia was being the way she is now.
mitchell does not like maia; he thinks i should dump her. says she's toxic. i could never do that, and i hope i never have to. we've been through things that most ordinary friends haven't. not even me and mitch.
"seriously though, ryan is the real eye candy here," mitchell cooed. "give me twenty minutes with the guy and i'll have him bent over my kn-"
"mitchell!" i yelled, choking on the diet coke i was sipping. "i do not wanna hear that," i giggled.
"just saying, he wouldn't be the first to turn because they've laid their eyes on this," he gestures to himself.
rolling my eyes, i sigh, " mitch you know you can't turn someone gay."
"while you're technically correct, i can make them question," he smirks.
again, i rolled my eyes. as i got up to throw my food away, mitch stopped me. "you know i'm just kidding, right?"
classic. mitchell is the type of person to make fun of you at a party but on the drive home, clarify that he wasn't being serious and that he loves you with all his heart. "yes, mitchy," i smirked. he despised the nickname i gave him after hearing his little brother call him that.
"i take back what i said. i will nail your little boyfriend so hard he won't be able to talk properly for a month."
i stared at him in disbelief. "there are so many things wrong with the words that just left your mouth, but here are two. a.) he isn't my boyfriend yet, you idiot. and b.) you wouldn't even be able to get close to getting in his pants, you're too ugly for him. or any straight boy in this school, for that matter."
mitch just stared at me, an amused smirk on his face. "wanna make that a bet?"
"a bet? elaborate."
"i bet you i can make any straight guy of your choice — yes i'm letting you choose, gayer than any glimpse of gay you've ever seen," he replies.
"mitch?" i ask.
"yes, and?" he quizzes.
"you've got yourself a deal. however, you can't prove you've made someone gay. how do you plan to do that?"
"get 'im into bed," he states casually.
"alright. well, i want you to get josh michaels into bed, by the end of the school week," i challenge.
mitchell's composure physically shrunk, his face dropping. "and, he's the straightest guy i've ever seen. also you know i've been crushing on him since freshman year!"
"hey, a deals a deal. plus, if this works out, i'm getting you laid, so stop complaining." he unwillingly relaxed, clearly annoyed that i was right.
"fine. you win," he huffed.
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"pick your poison," mitch said to josh. i was confused as to what he was doing.
"what?" josh asked.
"i said, pick your poison. me or her?" mitchell pressed.
"if you're asking who i'd do, i'm gonna have to go with her," josh said, nodding in my direction.
mitchell scoffed, grabbing josh by the hand. "sure, for now. i have a proposal: hang out with me this week; i bet you $10 i can changed that."
josh's eyes widened, but soon a smirk tugged on his lips. "sure. sick, i'm getting $10! i'm broke as hell, thanks man! where we heading to?"
"well..." mitch began, "we could always go to my place. i have a pool, we could swim."
"ah, i see. showing me basically everything on the first date?" josh joked.
"true. all by the real money maker," mitchell wittily replied. i rolled my eyes again but laughing at mitchell's poor attempts at flirting.
"well of course. shame that i'm not a fan of ding dongs." who the hell calls a duck, a ding dong?
"whatever helps you sleep at night, baby boy," mitchell winked.
baby boy.
now if i didn't know any better, i'd say mitchell would be able to easily make josh question himself. mitch is gorgeous; blond hair, green eyes, toned torso, olive skin. i had a huge crush on him up until i found out he was, as he put it, a raging homosexual. the crush ended, disappointment began. from then on, we we're inseparable still, with no feelings attached.
so yes, mitch could easily get josh.
"go get 'em, tiger," i wink at mitchell.
"damn straight," he smirks.
god, that smirk.
