Preview to upcoming story You Can Bet On It
"You can't go a day without insulting someone."
"Sure I could."
"You couldn't go into a room of six people without insulting at least five of them."
"And you say I'm rude!"
"You're as bad as your model-cloned friends."
That wasn't true. Alice was too short to be a model.
"I bet I can go a whole day without insulting someone."
"I have a better plan," he grinned.
"What?"
"You go two weeks without insulting anyone, and I'll stand on the steps outside the front of the school and tell everyone to vote for you."
"Not enough."
"I'll take you to dinner."
"Tempting, but what would I get out of it?"
He rolled his eyes.
"I'll take you to a five-star restaurant and buy you whatever you want."
"You have a bet."
"It's not a bet until I say what I want."
"You won't win."
"Just listen. If I win, you have to take out Mike."
"What?! No! He's so immature!"
"If you go on a date with him, I get a date with his cute cousin."
"Well you can kiss that date good-bye."
"Keep dreaming about that lobster."
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"One more thing."
"What?"
"I'll be watching with spies. No cheating. The bet starts now, at 1:32 in two weeks we'll see who wins."
"You're already the loser."
"Was that an insult?"
"Nope," I popped the p sound, "just a prediction."
He laughed and I turned on my heels to go back and join my friends. How hard could this silly bet be?