The Bet

Ryan Sanders

Tuesday Morning

"Miss? Miss Ryan?"

I stirred awake at the gentle voice and the light touch of a shake.

"Mhm, what?" I say in a groggy voice that was muffled by the pillow on my face.

"Miss Ryan your mother told me to tell you to get up or you're gonna be late for school" My butler Geoffrey said.

"Ugh, what time is it?"

"It's 7:00, miss," he tells me.

"Mhm, do I have to?" I asked peeking my head out from under the pillow.

"I would highly recommend you do so Miss Ryan if you want some of my blueberry pancakes," he says with a smile.

"With whip cream on the side?" I asked lifting my head some.

"Is there any other way I make them?"

"I'll be down in a bit," I say instantly sitting up in my bed.

"Excellent! I will let your mother know and I'll save you the two biggest pancakes" he winked at me before exiting my room.

Geoffrey is my very own butler, though I don't look at him in that way. To me, he is like a grandpa, who just so happens to wait on me hand and foot whenever I need him.

He was hired by Dad when I was ten because Dad felt as if I needed someone to run and get me things whenever he or mom couldn't. After my Dad died a few years back, Geoffrey made it his mission to make sure I would remain happy.

I sat in bed and pondered for a while before actually getting up. I glanced at my phone to see if my girlfriend Ashley replied to me yet, when I saw that she didn't, I went to my bathroom brushing my teeth.

I didn't bother getting in the shower, since I got in last night. I then went to my closest to see what I wanted to wear. I went with something a little on the boyish yet girlish side.

Once I was finished, I made my way downstairs into the kitchen. Upon arriving I saw Geoffrey placing a plate of fresh muffins out on the counter.

"God, you're just simply the best," I tell him as I took a seat at the counter bar.

"Haha just doing my job," he says passing a plate of pancakes my way.

"Well keep it up," I say stuffing my face.

"Note it, but heads up mommy dearest," he says pointing with a knife for me to look behind myself. I did as so and rolled my eyes before going back to eating.

"Oh God, Ryan what on earth are you wearing?" My mother frowned upon seeing my clothes, standing next to me.

"Well, you see Mom" I began as I turned to face her. "These are called clothes and you put them on your body-"

"No need to be a smartass," she tells me with a scowl. I only rolled my eyes before eating my breakfast again. "A young lady should not dress like that"

"She does if she prefers sneakers over high heels" I mumbled.

"I'm sorry what was that?" she asked me.

"Nothing Mom," I say as I passed my plate to Geoffrey. "Thank you," I tell him.

"Anyway, I have an important meeting later on today, so please be on your best behaviour while I'm gone"

"Aren't I always?" I asked with a cheeky smile, though my words carried so much sarcasm.

"I mean it, Ryan," she tells me sternly before looking at her phone.