Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, no matter how much i wish i did.
Anyways, this is my first Prince of Tennis story in a loooong time!
Enjoy the story, hope you like it! And remember, please review!!!!!!!!!!
"I'll take two scoops of vanilla. Hey, what do you want, Ayame?" The black haired girl turned to her friend. The pink head just sighed for the fifth time in five minutes. "Ayame!" Her friend repeated trying to get her attention. When that didn't work, she punched her in the shoulder.
"OW!" Ayame, the pink haired girl, shrieked as she glared at her friend, "what was that for?"
"Your turn to order," A brunette girl motioned to the ice cream vendor.
"Oh," Ayame chuckled, embarrassed, "Sorry. I'll take two scoops of strawberry and one scoop of vanilla, please."
The ice cream vendor nodded, as he scooped up the said ice cream and handed the cone to her. Once they had paid for their ice cream, the four girls walked towards the tennis courts.
"So what were you staring at, Ayame?" the brunette asked as she licked her ice cream.
"The hottest guy ever!" Ayame replied excitedly.
"It figures," the blonde shook her head. "The only thing that can take her mind off sweets is guys."
"Aw, Leslie, you're such a party pooper," the pink head pouted.
"I'm not a party pooper, I'm just rational," Leslie shrugged. "Guys like that are just stuck up, obnoxious jerks."
"She's right," the black haired girl smirked. "Just look at our tennis team."
The brunette chuckled at that, "You're right, Akira! I've never seen a pretty boy that was more obnoxious than Marui!"
"That is where you are wrong, Kimiko," Leslie smirked. "There are plenty of other boys in this league that are twice as obnoxious. Just look at that Atobe."
The other three girls burst out laughing.
"But… but this guy's is different," Ayame tried to stop laughing. "He's cool, handsome, and great at sports!"
Akira frowned, "Hun, did you just miss our whole conversation?"
"No, Sengoku is perfect!" Ayame protested.
"Sengoku? You mean playboy from Yamabuki?" Leslie raised an eyebrow. "You've fallen for that idiot?"
"He's not an idiot!" The pink head stomped her foot. "He's really cute! And you're just jealous that he would never fall for a girl like you!"
"Why would I be jealous for a reason like that?"Leslie demanded.
"Girls! Break it up!" Akira cut in. "You know the only way to settle this is a bet."
"A bet?" Ayame stopped glaring at the blonde to send a look of question to her other friend.
"Yes, a bet. If Leslie can make this Sengoku guy fall for her, then she wins and if she can't, Ayame, you win."
"So what happens to the loser?" Leslie asked.
"How about, if Leslie wins, she doesn't have to buy Ayame sweets for a week. And if Ayame wins, she gets Leslie's singles spot in the next match," Kimiko suggested.
"Fine," Leslie smirked. "But, just so you know, I don't intend on losing!"
"You're on!" Ayame smirked.
Akira and Kimiko sweat dropped, What have we done????
