Hello readers and fellow members. After such a long time, I finally had the chance to drop a fic on my favourite couple Tyhil. I hope you enjoy it.

"The Bet"

Tyson wasn't sure when he'd started crushing on Hilary. They'd been friends forever, and she was… well, bossy. She knew what she wanted, and she never hesitated to tell him exactly what to do or how to do it. If he wore mismatched socks, Hilary would roll her eyes and say, "Honestly, Tyson, do you even look in a mirror?" If he was running late, she'd be the one tapping her watch with a smirk, lecturing him on time management. But somewhere along the way, he'd stopped finding it annoying and started finding it… charming.

Today, Hilary had cornered him in the school hallway, her arms crossed and that usual look of amused authority on her face. Tyson braced himself, knowing from experience that this would probably lead to something he didn't entirely agree to.

"Tyson, we need to talk about the fundraiser next month," she began, launching into her plans before he even had a chance to respond.

"What about it?" he asked, trying to keep up.

"We're doing a basketball tournament," she explained, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And, obviously, I'm going to win."

Tyson raised an eyebrow, a grin sneaking onto his face. "You think you're gonna beat me? Come on, Hilary. I'm practically unstoppable."

She smirked, giving him a playful shove. "Oh, really? We'll see about that." She paused, eyes narrowing as a mischievous glint appeared. "How about a little bet, then?"

Tyson's heart skipped a beat. When Hilary made a bet, it usually meant he'd be following some new list of "tasks" she'd invented. "What kind of bet?" he asked, intrigued but cautious.

"If I win," she said, "you have to be my personal assistant for a whole week. Every morning coffee, every book I need from the library, and even carrying my bags after school. No complaints."

Tyson chuckled, though a week of being bossed around even more than usual didn't sound ideal. Still, the competitive streak in him couldn't resist. "And if I win?"

She gave a small shrug, pretending to be indifferent, though he could see a flicker of nervousness in her expression. "If you win, then… I'll do anything you wish for a whole day."

Anything? He tried not to let his excitement show, but he was sure he was grinning like an idiot. "Deal," he said, shaking her hand. She squeezed it a little tighter than necessary, giving him a smirk as if she'd already won.

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In the days leading up to the tournament, Tyson practiced like never before. He wanted that date—needed that date. The thought of finally getting to spend time with Hilary without her usual bossy attitude, just the two of them laughing and talking without any distractions, gave him all the motivation he needed.

When game day arrived, the gym was packed with students cheering for their friends. Tyson's heart raced as he stepped onto the court, spotting Hilary across from him, stretching and chatting with her teammates. She caught his eye and gave him a mock salute, looking as confident as ever.

"Ready to be my assistant?" she called out, loud enough for him to hear over the crowd.

"Not a chance!" he shouted back, grinning.

The game was intense from the start. Tyson was on fire, dribbling and scoring points whenever he got the chance. But Hilary was relentless. She wasn't just a boss on the sidelines; on the court, she was fast, smart, and determined. Every time he thought he'd gained the upper hand, she'd surprise him with a steal or an impossible pass, throwing his team off balance.

As the clock ticked down, the score was tied. Tyson's team had the ball, and he knew this was it—his final chance. He dribbled past one defender, then another, and shot a glance at Hilary, who was closing in on him, eyes narrowed with that signature competitive glare. Just as she lunged, he took the shot, watching the ball arc through the air.

The ball swished through the hoop as the buzzer sounded. His team erupted in cheers, but Tyson only had eyes for Hilary, who was shaking her head, looking half-annoyed, half-impressed.

She walked over, hands on her hips, and gave him a lopsided smile. "Fine, Tyson. A deal's a deal."

When they were alone, Hilary glanced at Tyson as if trying to get to know his end of the deal. Tyson grinned.

"What is it? What are you gonna make me do?" Hilary questioned cautiously trying to not tick Tyson off.

"Let's go on a date on Friday just you and me, not anyone else." Tyson made her blush by moving closer to her instead of saying this in a usual way.

"Alright."

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On Friday, Tyson picked Hilary up for their date. He was nervous, but she seemed surprisingly relaxed, even letting him open the car door for her without a single comment. They went to a pizza place they both loved, where they spent the first part of the night bickering playfully about which toppings to get.

As they ate, Tyson found himself talking more than he usually did, sharing stories he hadn't thought much about, and Hilary actually listened. She wasn't bossing him around or rolling her eyes; instead, she laughed at his jokes and even teased him back, her usual assertiveness replaced by a warmth he hadn't seen before.

After dinner, they strolled through the park, talking and laughing about their most embarrassing middle school memories and dreams for the future. They ended up on a bench under a streetlight, both of them falling quiet as they looked out at the still water in the nearby pond.

After a few minutes, Tyson worked up the courage to ask, "So… would you have actually let me win if I hadn't taken that last shot?"

Hilary smirked, crossing her arms. "Let you win? Tyson, please. I was trying to crush you."

He laughed, feeling a bit of relief. "I thought so. Can't let anyone get the best of Hilary, huh?"

She shrugged, a softer smile forming. "Maybe I'll let you have the best of me… once in a while. But don't expect me to make it a habit."

Tyson chuckled, the playful banter putting him at ease. After a moment, he took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, and for once, she didn't pull away or boss him around. They sat in silence, hand in hand, both of them enjoying a rare moment where neither felt the need to have the upper hand.

That night, Tyson realized something: maybe he didn't mind her bossy attitude so much. It was just part of who she was—and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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