Right when i stepped my foot into Tibby's i got handed a drink which i so happily chugged down. Now, i was ready for my mission- to ask every girl in the bar about their encounter with the Spot Conlon.

I walked straight up to the first girl i found and quickly raised the first question i thought of "Thoughts on Spot Conlon?" she started to giggle and blush just like Racetrack told me they would. "He's amazing in b-" i stopped her right there and said "Okay you can shut up now please and thank you"

I turned around to bump into he, himself. He looked down at me with those stupid sparkly blue eyes, annoying smirk and drink in hand. "What?" i asked rather harshly. "I'm on a mission" i roughly pushed him aside but was quickly pulled back into him.

From behind me, Spot kissed up on my neck which, if i were sober and had my brain working properly, i would have kicked him or something. But my first drunk instinct was to struggle for a little before he nibbled on my ear which made me fall completely and hopelessly into his arms.

I felt a low grumbling from behind me which made me laugh, which also got my attention because i wasn't supposed be doing anything with Spot. He's nothing to me. Nothing at all.

I turned around and his lips found mine, but i didn't kiss back, i stood there for a good 30 seconds before he realized i wasn't putting in any effort. "What are you doing, Conlon?"

He glared at me and said roughly "I'se want ya in me bed." he moved his head down toward my neck again but i stopped him and moved back "Yeah, well i'd rather not."

His eyes narrowed and he replied "Fine, i'se can get any goil in dis damn place, anyways." i folded my arms and raised an eyebrow "And you think i can't?" he laughed halfheartedly. "'course not."

I smiled and my eyes gleamed of amusement. "Really, now. Wanna bet?" he seemed to be enjoying this conversation because he was actually smiling. He raised an amused eyebrow and nodded for me to go on.

"If i.. Can get a guy to fall head over heels for me within a week, you have to kiss a girl of my choosing at Madea's.. On stage." he smiled down at me "Okay, but i'se dun know a goil who wouldn't want ta kiss me'se."

I smiled up at him and said "Well, let me think. Oh, me." he gave me a fake smile and said "Ok, and what do i'se gotta do?" i looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "You.. Have to.." he cut me off "I'se am gonna get you'se ta head ova heals foah me."

"NO!" i yelled quickly. I bet he was enjoying every second of this too. "Oh? And why not? Don't tell me'se ya already fell head ova heels foah me'se. That would be a new poisonal record."

I shook my quite quickly and responded "No, i mean, that wouldn't be fair. I'm trying to get a different guy to fall head over heels for me, and you're here trying to get me to fall for you? Uh uh."

"Well, if you'se so confident in winnin', then ya wouldn't have a problem, now would ya?" he tilted his head, entertained. I scrunched up my nose, "Oh, fine. So be it. But if you try any funny business, i'm warning you.."

"What. What will you'se do?" i didn't hesitate a second before saying "I'll soak you." he chuckled a low chuckle and then smirked. "Okay, okay" he put up two hands to show he meant no harm.

"Then.." we both said in unison "Deal." we spit and shook. "Okay, starting.." i waited exactly 5 seconds before i said "Now." i started walking quickly away from Spot, losing him immediately.

But i soon bumped into a very familiar boy. "Brandon.." my memory flashed back to 5 minutes ago "If i.. Can get a guy to fall head over heels for me wthin a week,"

My brain jogged and started with a sweet smile.

This wasn't just a bet to me anymore.

This was payback.