Rodrick finished putting the sheet music away, turned around and was almost knocked over by football coach Gilbert Beilschmidt. Rodrick straightened himself and fixed his clothes.
"Can I help you?"He asked, slightly annoyed. Gilbert smiled.
"I want to make a bet with you."
Rodrick rolled his eyes.
"Now why would I do that?"
"Just hear me out, k?"
"Fine."
Rodrick sat down in his director's chair.
"I bet I can woo you by Christmas break."
"'Woo' me?"
"Yeah. You know,"He wiggled his eyebrows."Get you to fall for me."
Rodrick crossed his legs.
"You want me to sleep with you."He said bluntly. Gilbert shrugged.
"Maybe."
Rodrick stood up.
"Say I take you up on this. What's in it for me?"
Gilbert laughed.
"Whatever you want."
Rodrick glanced around the room. His eyes landed on the piano.
"How about I bet I can have you playing Mozart in the same amount of time?"
Gilbert grinned.
"Good luck at that."
"You to."
Rodrick pulled his jacket on.
"So what do I get if I win?"He asked.
"I'll leave you alone. I know you find me annoying."
It was true. But Gilbert wasn't finished.
"And if I win, you have to become my lover."
Rodrick almost ran into the door. Who does he think he is? He thought. He turned to face the pale haired man.
"Deal."
Gilbert smiled.
"Game on."