It was supposed to just be a stupid bet. Ever since you got to camp, Luke had been a pain in your rear. He had pushed you around, sneering, embarrassing you. He was being a total jerk. So you bet against him in a small game. If you won Capture The Flag, he would do your laundry for a month. It was insignificant; until he raised the bet. If he won, you would be his servant for a month. Do whatever he asked. Without complaining. And unfortunately... Your team lost. And it was the first week of being his servant.

You wake up to the sound of Luke banging on your door, and you pull your pillow over your ears. But the knocking is incessant, never ending. So you reluctantly get out of bed and charge over to the door, hair messy and one sock on. You open the door to Luke standing there with a laundry basket in his arms. "Hey," he smiles, condescendingly. He sees the slight pout on your face, and steps closer mockingly. "Oh, come on, don't be a sore loser." He towers over you, cocky. "I won the bet. Now you have to do what I say." He holds out his laundry basket.