The Bet.

"So I've got a little proposition for you, a bet if you will" now he's just full on grinning and let me tell you this is some creepy shit like the smile clowns make before they fucking kill you. However I'm intrigued so I tell him to continue.
"Alright so you have until homecoming to get a chick of my choosing to tell you they love you and sleep with you"
"C'mon Heart really that's some ammature shit" he laughs and shakes his head.
"Now not so fast, remember last practice you said you could have any bitch you wanted and I'm not about to take it easy on you champ. Anyways, the good stuff, if I win I get to start center for the Pirates game and make all the calls and if you win I won't even show up to the game." he stares at me, I faintly remember saying something along those lines after one of the players said we couldn't get a girlfriend even if we payed them. The Pirates game is gonna have the arena swarming with college scouts but there's no way I can lose this shit so. Game on bitch.
"Pick a girl and I'll have her wrapped around my finger by homecoming" he smiles and turns his head until it lands on a curvy girl wearing a cheerleading uniform.
"Amber. You have to make Miss preppy and perfect fall head over heels for you and there's no backing out since you basically agreed already." he grabs my hand and shakes it officially starting the bet except I don't shake his hand back. Instead I sit there, frozen, while I stare at the curly black hair that perfectly drapes over her shoulders and how the uniform she's wearing only accentuates her already hourglass body. Michael's already turned away but I can feel the guys staring at me. He chose her. The one girl that's never even spared me a glance, the one that I don't dare go near. The one that's off limits.