A single bet. Two people. And one month of free ice-cream.
Unspoken promises, heated gazes, and an inexplicable lust for each other. Will Tyler and Brandon confess their true feelings? Or will their playful banter and awkward moments dissolve into n...
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Dozens of photos spilled out of the envelope. For a moment, my mind went blank. I couldn't understand what I was seeing. How was I supposed to predict this? After an afternoon of hard labor, my muscles were aching from overwork and my stomach was growling in hunger.
All I wanted from the envelope was either free food or free money. And this was neither of those.
What the fuck was I supposed to do with photos of two people kissing? I frowned and was about to throw them away when something caught my eye. Wait a minute. I looked closely at the photo. A pair of strikingly clear green eyes and a mass of red hair floated in front of me. I tilted my head. Why did it look so eerily like Brandon and me?
Haha.
No way!
It finally registered in my rusty brain. These...these were our photos! With newfound vigor, I flipped through them. Each photo was taken with vivid clarity and there was no doubt if the couple was kissing, smooching, or shoving tongues down each other's throat.
Brandon was crouched in front of me. I glanced at him, and he looked at me with concern, and asked, "Tyler, are you okay?"
I swallowed. How could I be okay? There was this weird feeling inside my chest. It was hard to describe but it definitely made me feel uncomfortable. I gripped the photos in my hands and they crumpled a little.
"Tyler? I can explain this..."
Finally, I couldn't keep it in and shouted, "Oh my god! We have got private paparazzi?!"
My breathing was irregular because of my excitement, so my voice came out almost like a squeal. I took a deep breath to calm myself and tried to school my expression. With a suppressed smile, I looked at Brandon and waited for an answer.
There was stunned silence.
Brandon blinked. No, he rubbed his eyes, blinked, and looked at me again. I tilted my head and waited for a response. He opened his mouth to say something but then changed his mind and closed it again. The jittery feeling almost made me drop the pictures. I asked again, "So, we have paparazzi following us, right? This is real, right? Are we celebrities now?"
"...we're in school, Tyler," Brandon whispered. He spun his hand in circles in the air as if he was expecting me to deduce everything from that one line.
"Yes, I know that," I whispered back, "And...?"
Brandon sat down on the ground and roughly ran his fingers through his hair. He coughed twice and looked around. His eyes almost seemed to be begging for help. Of course, there was no one paying attention to solve his problem. So, he licked his lips and started to speak at a very slow pace. "Tyler...we're at school. How can paparazzi follow us inside?"
