Not Just Another Number

A Little Bet

Sarah's POV

I take my hair out of my bun and sigh as I sit down. I swear, if another kid asks if I'm on the flavor list, I'm going to burn something! I hear the window divider for the counter and the break room slide open.

"Byers, you doing okay?" Robin asks as she jumps through the opening. I laugh a little and run my hand through my hair. "Yeah Buckley. Just a few annoying customers." She nods and sits across from me.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the counter?" I ask. She shrugs. "Steve will take over when he gets back." I nod and reach into my uniform pocket. I pull out a snicker bar and unwrap it, taking a huge bite out of it.

I lean back and prop my legs on the table. I take my hat and toss it to the side. I finish the candy bar in a few bites. I crumple up the wrapper and throw it in the direction my hat went.

"Sarah, you and I are friends, right?" Robin asks out of the blue.

"Of course. Why?"

"Just asking. So, friends tell each other things, right?"

"Yes...can I ask what this is leading to?"

"How did you," She gestures to me as we hear Steve return from the back, "Get with that?" She points at him. I hear him scoff as I chuckle. "Like, seriously. Back in high school, you were the sweetest girl, but you ended up with him? How did that happen?"

I feel Steve wrap his arms around my shoulders. I pat his hand and shake my head. "I don't know. Fate, I guess. Though, I'm glad we're together." I feel him kiss my forehead as Robin fake gags at our cuteness.

Steve squeezes my shoulders a little and rests his chin on my head. "Yeah, whole bunch of fate, a sprinkle of danger, and a bit of flirting from my end." A laugh loudly at that last part.

They both look at me weirdly. Steve moves his arms and takes the seat next to me. "What's so funny?" He asks. I stifle my laughter and smile. "Nothing, just the little 'flirting' comment." Robin snickers a little, confusing Steve even further.

"What's so funny about that?"

"Steve, sweetie, it's just that.... you can't flirt." Robin starts to cackle. Steve scoffs and crosses his arms.

"I can so flirt!"

"Really?" I roll my eyes. Steve starts to make little noises, not knowing how to respond. I laugh and shake my head. I stand up and walk behind him, holding his shoulders. "Steve, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I fell in love with you for many other reasons, but your flirting 'skills' wasn't one of them. Sorry."

He shrugs and mumbles under his breath, "Still think I can flirt."

I see Robin roll her eyes, and something comes to mind. You know what, I'll humor him. But I'll do it in a way to make work less boring. This will be my entertainment for the week. I take my hands off his shoulders and walk up to the divider window.

I lean against it and shrug. "Alright, you think you can flirt?" He nods, confused. Robin looks confused too. I smile slyly. "Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove you can flirt. But," I raise one finger. "You can't prove it using me or Robin. You have to get a girl's number."

Robin looks even more confused, but Steve looks straight up shocked. Can't blame the shock factor. I look him in the eyes and he seems to see my challenging stare. C'mon Steve, you've never backed down from a challenge before, why start now?

"Are you sure? You're my girlfriend."

"Yeah, and you're my boyfriend. It's not like the flirting will mean anything, it's all just for a challenge. Call it a bet. Or are you too scared?" I push.

He scoffs. "You're on. Just don't get too jealous when I get a girl's number." I roll my eyes and put my hand out to seal the deal, but Robin speaks up.

"But wait, you said it was a bet. What does the winner get?" She asks. That is a good point. I hum and cock my head to the side. "Well, we can do the basic thing, winner gets bragging rights, loser has to admit they were wrong. But we can amp it up and, say, the loser has to take one of the winner's shifts."

They nod along, but Robin seems to have a mischievous glimmer in her eye. "How about, loser has to clean the flavor counter, by themselves." Steve and I shiver at the thought.

I look back at him. His eyes are soft. "Are you sure about this, Sarah?" My heart melts. I smile softly and push my hand out again. "Of course, just don't go too far."

He smiles and grabs my hand. "Wouldn't dream of it." We shake on it. I gesture to the counter with my thumb and smirk.

"Better get to it, Mr.Flirtatious. Your turn on the counter anyway." He nods and leaves. I sit down again at the table, opposite of Robin, and I have to suppress my smile.

Robin leans over the table, getting closer to me. "You're not worried?" I laugh loudly, not being able to hide it any longer. "Why should I be?" She leans back, confused.

"Please, Robin, there's nothing to be worried about. That boy couldn't flirt his way out of a hole."

A/N

I'M BACK!!!! The actual story will start in the next chapter, but for now, I've written this mess of fluffy, cheesy, and questionable stuff. I wanted to still keep the bet they have in the show, so I though, why not make Sarah wager the bet? So, obviously, we don't have to worry too much about Sarah getting jealous/fearing Steve would be unfaithful, because we all know he is a loyal boyfriend!