foresight [FINISHED] | e.d

eleven

"excuse me?" i question angrily.

"you heard me." he flicks his head up slightly.

"what exactly is this bet?" i ask.

"if i win, i get to spend the rest of the night with her and drive her home. if you win, you get to drive her home, and i'll leave her alone...for good." he states it as if this whole situation was okay, but it's not.

"she's not a fucking toy, grayson!" i yell.

"says the one who wanted nothing but to hookup with her, but never made the move." he states, making my heart plummet.

"i changed my mind gr-"

"whatever." he cuts me off again, "just think about it. if you win, which you very well might, i'll never talk to her again and you can have her all to yourself. whether it's a relationship or not, i won't touch her. don't you want that?"

i can help but want to say yes, so so badly. but at the same time, of i lose than grayson will definitely make a move on her. i'm willing to take a chance. and i'm finally willing to admit it, i love this girl.

"fine, it's a bet." i put my hand out for him to shake, and he does.

"let's play, then." he smiled devilishly.

we walked back in, re-taking our positions.

"you guys good?" alex questions, still holding the puck.

"perfect." grayson stares into my eyes, making my competitiveness skyrocket.

"3...2...1" alex drops the puck.

i flick it in grayson's direction, immediately getting it in.

"first point, bitch." i state.

he rolls his eyes, then we continue the game.

i get two more goals, feeling good about how i'm playing. nerves took over however when grayson got six in a row, holy shit.

"getting scared, e?" he tilts his head, questioning me.

"fuck no." i yell back across the table.

"quiet down please!" a worker yells at us, making eve chuckle.

the game goes on, the score is now 15 to 15. we have six seconds left.

"winning point." alex states.

the puck hits the table for the last time, flying towards me. i quickly hit it towards grayson, convinces i was winning this. just when i thought i was getting that point, he blocks it.

"fuck." i mutter under my breath.

he flicks it towards me, suddenly it's like this whole game is in slow motion. the puck comes towards me, my hand is ready to swipe it away. i move my hand to do so, when the puck gets stuck behind my hand, going into my goal. the buzzer went off, indicating he won.

"FUCK YEAH!" he yells while jumping. brett and tyler praise him.

i sigh, feeling guilt that i even thought about taking that fucking bet.