Why Don't We imagines

Jack - 8

                  — The Bet —
" I Bet you cant make that boy fall for you in Ten Days." Some. The words had left the blonde haired devil's mouth, and now it was set in stone.

Scratch that.

" I bet I can." You huff. Now it was set in stone.

You look at the boy that your best friend, Stacy, had sealed the fate for. Your eyes widen in shock when you see the mass of curls and the chocolate eyes of a night you wanted to forget.

——-
Three years ago:

You giggle, obviously a little tipsy as you trapeze through the hot and sweaty dancing bodies toward your friends. Stacy is leaning on Halee, laughing her ass off at your flushed expression.

" It's not funny!" You shriek!

" It's not my fault you couldn't do it!" Stacy hiccups.

The music swells, just like your temper. It was a hot summer night and Stacy had thrown a sleepover; which inevitably ended you guys up at a dance club. A few martinis later and the shout of a dare, you were sent to grind on a noticeably older business man in a suit.

You had merely made it to standing in front of him when you squeaked in surprise at the hands around your waist and fled back to your friends.

" You know hat this means!" Stacy says excitedly. This was always her favorite game. " You have to do another task since you failed!"

" Do I have to?" You groan.

She nods happily. You sigh defeatedly.

" Kiss the next person to walk into the door." She smirks.

Your heart thumps wildly as your eyes big out of their sockets with the sudden jolt of anxiety tingling down your spine.

" Stacy! Really?!" You shriek.

She just smirks that evil little smirk she always gave.

You huff and stomp towards the door, ignoring the giggles behind you.

You lean against the wall and suck in a breath once the door opens. Your stomach fills with dread, the door had opened, revealing a dorky looking guy with abnormally curly hair - probably from a perm- and big ears.

You took a deep breath in before surging forward. You step directly into his path. He stops and looks at you with questioning eyes.

" I'm sorry about this." You mumble. You lock your hand into his hair; quickly placing your lips on his. You moan in surprise at the softness and the sudden rush. You grip his hair tighter, feeling his hands slide around your waist. You press your lips harder to his with a sudden urge to be closer. He pulls you flush against him, sticking his tongue out to taste.

He might be a nerd, but damn he can kiss. You think.

When you have the need for air, you detach yourself with disappointment. You step back, looking at him and you hope you don't look the same as him. His hair is missed, shirt wrinkled, panting with a look of lust.

" Thanks!" You shout before you run off.
You reach Stacy and the girls again, blushing as they laughed like the pack of hyenas they were.

——-

" Tomorrow is day one." Stacy states, breaking your gaze from the ghost from your past

You stare at her and gulp. You were royally fucked.