you and Nico have been frenemies since you started at university. he's cocky, sarcastic, arrogant and charming - a combo in a man that you seriously don't like. but you've both always been drawn to eachother. you just don't know why.

the two of you don't run in the same social circles, you don't have classes together. and yet that first year that you spent in halls together - when he gave you the flustering nickname of 'Bambi' because of your wobbly start to independence - lingers in your mind. you can't forget him. despite not liking one another too much, you know a lot about eachother.

despite everything, you've come to trust him.

however, you're both out with your friends one night, tipsy and having a few laughs. the two of you are sitting at a table, surrounded by other people.

"oh, Bambi, i bet i could make you fall in with me in 10 days if i wanted to." he says, exhaling smoke and smirking.

"is that a serious bet, Nicholas?" you return, raising an eyebrow and leaning forwards a little. "because if it is, what do i get when you inevitably lose?"

Nico continues to smirk, humming. he holds out his left hand. "if i lose, you can have my brand new motorbike. that shit would sell for thousands." he says, raising an eyebrow. "and if i win, i get your pride."