Since Javier had lost the bet you two made. He was now forced to do at least twenty pushups with you on his back.

Sweat rolled down his for head onto the side of his face. His arms were shaking as he pushed himself up again as fast as he could. — He whimpered once again as he got up fully, preparing for another push up.

“Ah you puto.” Javier mumbled whiny.

“Insult me another time and I’ll make you do ten more pushups.” You commented.

His hands clenched onto the dirt, pushing himself up.