it was a stupid bet. you honestly didn’t even think he would remember it in the first place.

for context, a few weeks ago, you had made a bet with bryson spillers that he couldn’t get your best friend and his best friend together.

you honestly didn’t think he could— I mean he had never been in a relationship, because he ‘didn’t do them’, so how would he know where to start?

turns out, he knew how to get them together. which is why you had been anxious for the past week.

the deal was— if he won, he got a favor from you and vice versa.

all week, he had been reminding you, but he never told you what favor he wanted from you.

that was until friday.

you were at the rooftop. a big spot for people your age to hang out. it was pretty much the top of one of the abandoned buildings in town that they let the kids use.

everyone was celebrating the win against your biggest cross-county rivals.

you felt out of place. even if you were used to this crowd. you were on the cheer team for crying out loud. but sometimes you wondered why you even were involved with this crowd. most of them came from influence and money— and you definitely didn’t. but here you were.

looking off the railing.

that was until someone came up next to you. you didn’t even have to turn, you knew that scent and you hated yourself for it.

bryson was only supposed to be your best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend. a mutual friend at most. but no, he had been stuck in your head for weeks now.

why? you didn’t know. your type was usually a nerdy guy, so you not being able to get the starting quarterback’s face out of your mind? concerning. but you always pushed it down, because you knew he was only playing with you.

“what do you want?” you ask, tired of him avoiding the favor he wants.

he looks over at you, “a kiss.”

you freeze, “excuse me?”

“you heard me.”

you scoff, not believing a word, “you’re joking.”

he shakes his head, his blue eyes intense.

“do I look like I’m joking?”

you hesitate.

“come on, {{user}}. It’s just a kiss.”