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'So what did you say next?' asked Wayne.

'I told her that the deal was on.' I said.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion. Kimball's expression was neutral as he studied Biology. Jason frowned at Kimball in annoyance.

'Does the word "fun" exist in your dictionary?' he asked dejectedly.

'It does.' his friend replied nonchalantly. 'I just don't waste too much time on it. And my definition of fun isn't talking with a friend about romance bets.'

'Oh, come on, guys.' I complained to my friends. 'She's gonna lose, you know it.'

'Positive.' said Wayne, winking.

I grinned.

'Well, I think she's a tough one.' acknowledged Kimball. 'There's a chance her walls won't break under the "Patrick Spell" like the others.' The smallest of smiles pulled at his lips.

'That's the third time you've said that.' complained Wayne.

'Yeah.' he snapped. 'The other four fools were attention seeking bitches, so I'm not gonna count such stuck up and shallow parasites as tough people.'

'I kinda second that.' said Jason. 'But I'm not sure at all about this one. I mean, she looks a little unpredictable.'

'Well, she looks crystal clear to me.' I said.

'I don't get you, man.' said Wayne. 'You give us lectures about the perfect woman for you and how you're waiting for her. You've dated seven girls and slept with two of them already. I don't see the symptoms of a perfect woman coming for you anytime soon.'

I sighed. 'I am kind of shallow, aren't I?'

'I don't get it either. You just keep on doing this and you don't find anyone.' said Jason. 'It's truly confusing.'

'I can tell you one thing you're sure about.' Kimball grinned at Jason. 'Michelle Vega,'

Jason reddened. He punched Kimball's arm lightly. 'Shut up already.'

'I don't know,' I said, jarring them back to the topic at hand. 'All the girls I've dated, they just like me for my looks. They never tried to know me even once. I mean, what's the point of loving someone if they like you for your looks? It's not love, it's attraction. There is a legit difference between attraction and love."

"Well you do have a point there." admitted Jason.

Kimball raised his eyebrows. 'You look for your other half by dating women and hurting their feelings later on by breaking their hearts?"

I blushed in embarrassment. 'Yeah, pretty much.'

'Let's bet on it.' piped up Wayne.

I raised my eyebrow. 'First of all, it's not cool to bet on people, especially girls.'

Wayne stared at me. 'This, coming from you?'

'Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm the last person to be giving a lecture about shallowness to you. But still. Secondly, you'll lose anyway; so it's your loss. And I wouldn't want my friends crying in regret. Thirdly and most importantly,' I smiled, 'Grace Van Pelt wouldn't appreciate it.'

He flushed. 'There's no such thing going on.'

I grinned. 'I'm sure that's it.'

'But anyway,' he said, avoiding the topic, no less. 'We are not betting on the girl. We are betting on you. You and your charmer skills,'

I snickered. 'Doubting my abilities, huh?'

'Yeah sure.' said Kimball. 'You can't win every time. The stats say so. You're bound to lose at least once.'

'We bet two hundred bucks each that you'll lose.' crowed Jason.

'What?' gasped Wayne.

I stared at him smugly. 'Scared you'll lose the money?'

Wayne regained himself and tried to look brave. 'Not at all.'

'Then it's set.' I said. 'A bet on my charms, it is.'

'Okay, I've had enough of this.' said Kimball. 'What's now?'

Jason took out his schedule and checked it. 'It's gym.'

I beamed. 'Teresa's there!'

Wayne groaned. 'Of course.'

'Come on, it's gonna be good! I need to charm her first. She doesn't realize my full excellence yet.

Jason frowned. 'Excellence, huh? What are you, a SAT English professor?'

I chuckled. 'Writing those poems really have gotten to me.'

'Poems?' asked Kimball.

'Long story.' I said. 'Anyway, I have to start working on her now. Before things get out of hand.'

'So there's a time when things get out of hand?' asked Jason.

'Yup,' I chuckled. 'Beautiful girl like her, she must have a lot of attitude.'

'Oh, crap.' said Rigsby. 'Green's coming.'

I looked at the basketball court entrance and cursed internally. It was Mr. Green, our gym teacher. He was well-built tall man in his mid-thirties. He had flaming red hair and dark green eyes. He was wearing a black sweatpants and red sneakers. He wore a sweatshirt which had the words Lazybones Die! written on it.

He had a temper as wild as his hair. He broke a door knob open in anger once. Still gave me nightmares just thinking about it.

'Jane, you good for nothing scumbag!' he yelled in his deep voice. 'What're y'all doing here, bunking class like this?'

'We're sorry sir.' said Kimball, ever the gentleman.

'I should be spanking your asses on the spot!' he boomed. 'I'm way too nice to you lousy, stupid, good for nothing kids.'

Talk about irony.

'But since you have that interschool basketball game tomorrow, I'm letting you off the hook.' He glared at us. 'Just this once. What the hell were you doing here?'

'Just some important matters sir.' I said solemnly.

'Well take your shitty business outside school hours!' he yelled. 'I don't want to see this crap going on over here ever again.'

'Yes, sir.' said Jason as we excused ourselves.

Kimball glared at us with fire as we left the indoor basketball court. 'Can we go to class now?'

I sighed regretfully. 'Yeah, we can.'

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