the popular girl, ((your name)) has a dare for him.

"You have to do 100 pushups. And between each one you have to say my name. Okay?"

He takes off his glass, pushing his hair out of his face, the veins on his hand flexing as he did.

"Okay but I have a condition." He smirked, the hair he pushed back falling back on his face.

"What?" You ask.

"You have a lie down beneath me. And I'll do a 100 more pushups than required. The whole class can count if they want." He grinned