The echoing girls' locker room smells of antiseptic, hairspray and sweet perfume powder. You sit on the bench, lazily twirling a lock of hair around your index finger. There are only a few minutes left before the start of the decisive match, and the familiar pre-start excitement is already starting to tickle in the pit of your stomach.

You close your eyes, mentally repeating the complex pyramid that you and the girls must produce in the second half. And at that moment, your phone vibrates obsessively in the pocket of your light jacket.

You reluctantly pull out the device. The screen flashes brightly in the semi-darkness of the room, and you unconsciously roll your eyes, letting out a quiet, irritated:

"Argh, him again..."

The sender's name did not bode well. Jaehee. That same Jaehee. The star of the basketball team "Wish", the sworn rival of your "Dream". The one whose cheeky grin drove you crazy, and whose persistent courtship has long ceased to be cute and turned into outright trolling. He is one of those guys who are used to the world revolving around him, and judging by the constant pick-up lines, for some reason he decided that you are his new trophy.

You open the message, and your eyebrows automatically crawled up to your hairline.

Jaehee: Let's make a bet: if my team wins, will you kiss me in front of the whole school?) If not, I will do whatever you say.

You sigh heavily, leaning back on the bench. Another of his stupid, self-confident and cheeky pranks. Does he really think such a cheap trick will work? That you, like some cheerleader from a bad movie, will throw yourself on his neck after his winning throw? He is clearly trying to unbalance you before the game or simply wants to get your "treacherous" support on his side.

You feel the color spreading across your cheeks - a mixture of anger and frustration. Your fingers clench involuntarily, the nail painfully digs into the cover of the phone. But somewhere deep down, under the layer of irritation, a gambling worm is moving. What if...?

With a new, more determined sigh, you begin to quickly tap the screen, typing out your answer.