the bet (on hold)

0.2 - day 1

it's lunch and im sitting at the table with ashton, sarah, and samantha. samantha is the third and final best friend, who has been with us for the shortest time, only about a year or so. 

"so, did you guys see the new hottie from australia?" samantha said, setting down her lunch tray. ashton and i look at each other. i was about to start ranting, but ashton beat me to it.

"yeah, he's in my woodshop class. he gave me the dicky vibes at first, but we talked today and he's cool. i asked him to hang out after school, if thats okay, flo."

what the fuck?

"ashton, i dont think thats a good idea. i met him today too because he got moved into my calc, but im pretty sure he hates me because of how i was being really bitchy to him. i thought you didnt like him!" rip me.

"guys, can you discuss this later? so we can enjoy a nice lunch together." samantha interrupts us.

"it's fine, samantha. well, i changed my mind. and i doubt he hates you. watch you guys hook up like next week." ashton and sarah look at each other and smile at the same time, which pisses me off just the tiniest bit.

i scoffed. "thats impossible, he's a dick and he hates me."

"fine. then... wanna bet that he'll fall in love with you and you'll fall in love with him in let's say... 50... no, 100 days?"

"guys, come on, arent you a little old to be making bets like this?" sarah protests, and ashton gives her the evil eye. i ignore her. 

"okay, ashton, if we don't, you'll be owing me a well written essay on anything of my choice and 100 bucks when i win. a dollar for every day i have to do this."

in the corner of my eye, i see samantha smirk. what the hell is amusing her?

"who says ill be the one that owes you? i know you, flo. youre a sucker for any guy with nice hair and pretty eyes. you'll be owing me 100 dollars." you're completely right, ashton. thats probably why i like you.

"oh please, youre on." we shake hands, like we always did when we made stupid bets.

i am so gonna regret this.

-

"get the fire extinguisher, luke! the fucking brownies are burning! dont just stand there."

"why dont you? god youre so bossy!" luke shoots back at me. i shouldve never let him stay at my house. first, this guy shows up with weed at my front door like a goddamn house warming gift, and then he fucking suggests us to bake with it. 

"what the fuck are you guys doing?! theres a fire right there! stop fighting!" ashton yells, walking into the kitchen with a towel and smothers the fire with it. the pan of weed brownies sit on the counter, incredible burnt and not very appetizing.

"well. what do we do now?" i ask. 

"what do you think? dig in, guys." luke grabs a burnt brownie and takes a bite, his face scrunching up in disgust. 

ashton looks at me and shrugs.

"why the fuck not?"

i swear, one day, these boys will be the end of me.

-

i end up only in my bra and a pillow that is covering my bare lower region. im not that worried about ashton seeing me naked, since hes seen me naked a thousand times, but luke is another story. i can literally feel his stare burn into me, making me self conscious. strip poker with a guy i barely know is probably a bad idea, but i had four beers and that buzz was kicking in. 

"guys, lets play dare or dare!" ashton slurs, holding up his cup and giggling.

luke and i agree together in sync. my brain is already all mixed up, so i have no common sense at this point to think about how bad of an idea that would be.

"ill go first!! luke! i dare you to tell us who is the hottest person at school so far!" ashton dares, pointing at luke.

"uh, youre the hottest, ashton! im just kidding. or am i?" luke sends a flying kiss to ashton, and he pretends to catch it. "flo is pretty hot, but there was some girl in my class named sarah thats like smoking!" my cheeks flush hearing luke say that, i freeze when he says sarah.

"wait what? sarah the long dark haired girl who looks like a model?" i ask.

"yup. she is sooo hot." luke laughs and takes another sip of his drink.

"oooh, flo you have competition! and its your best friend, too!" i glare at ashton, because hes not supposed to connotate anything about the bet, but ashton is too tipsy to care. 

luke looks confused, but i can tell he stops thinking about it after ashton dares me. he probably wont remember about it, anyway, so i dismiss it from my mind.

"flooo, i dare you to give a hickey on the neck to the hottest guy in the room!"

wait. fuck. fuck. FUCK. ashton has been the one ive liked for a while, so i cant do that and ruin our friendship, but i have the bet with him about luke.

"you guys are on the same level for me! i cant choose... thats too hard!"

"you have to choose one of us flo!" ashton says. you annoying fuck. he leans his head onto lukes shoulder and pats his face.

"choose the one you think is more hickeyable!" luke pats ashton on the head back and blows me a kiss.

what the fuck? is hickeyable even a word?

i decide to go with luke, since i would probably faint from giving ashton one. "uhh okay. it means nothing though, alright? so no weird ideas."

i crawl over onto lukes lap, and ashton gets out of the way, eyes widening. luke's lips curl up into a smirk.

"hmmm, i didnt know you thought of me like that. im flattered."

i roll my eyes. "shut the fuck up hemmings, and just accept it!"

hesitantly, i kiss around luke's jaw before slowly trailing down to the collarbones. i move back up to the side of his throat and part my lips.

"shit, flo, how come i never knew you had this in you?" i can hear ashton say. i begin to suck on his creamy smooth skin and i feel his hand resting on my waist. he makes the slightest sound of a moan, and i blush. as soon as im sure that he'll have a hickey, i pull away, wiping my lips. 

"that felt real nice, babygirl." my eyes darted down to the slow forming hickey on his neck and blood rushes to my cheeks.

odd thing was, i didnt hate it when he called me that this time.