William

LXXXIV.

~One Sunday Afternoon~

LEAH

"Come on, best. You have to do it." I told Will.

"Hell nah, I'm not doing that shit." He complained.

"You lost the bet, so you have to do it." I folded my arms.

He smacked his lips.

"You cheated, bro."

"It doesn't matter. I still won." I smiled.

"Nah, I ain't doing this shit." He replied, about to walk off.

I grabbed his arm.

"You're doing it, so stop being a pussy."

He just looked at me with a blank face.

"Please, bestie." I gave him sad eyes.

I knew he couldn't resist this look.

"Fine." He huffed.

"But, you have to give me a back massage after practice tomorrow."

I frowned.

"I'm not rubbing your back." I scrunched my face.

"Either that or I won't go through with this bet." He smirked.

"Ugh, fine."

"Ight." He smiled.

I dragged him into the building with him mumbling behind me.

"Hello, how may I help you guys today?" The receptionist asked once we stood in front of her desk.

"My bestie here is going to get a manicure." I smiled as I tapped Will's shoulder.

Yeah folks, a manicure. Will and I made a bet in a game of b ball. I bet that if I beat him he'd have to get his nails painted and wear it for a week. If he won, he'd have me eat something disgusting. Of course, I cheated. I wasn't going to upset my stomach. He had me fucked all the way up.

Will huffed, which made the receptionist giggle.

"I see he doesn't want to do this." She replied.

"I sure don't." He said.

"Too bad." I looked at him.

He just shook his head.

"Okay, well there's a chair available in the back, so you can go right ahead." She replied.

"Okay, thank you." I responded with a small smile.

Will and I made our way towards the back of the salon, where the empty chair was. We were greeted by a pretty brown skinned girl.

"Hi, I'm Cameron. What can I do for you?" She asked, taking a seat.

"He wants to get his nails painted." I told her.

She looked at Will, who had a look of annoyance written all over his face.

"Oh, okay. What color would you like to get?"

Will stood quietly as he had a scowl on his face. I didn't care if he was mad. He lost the bet, therefore he'll face the consequences. Period.

"Let's do a bright pink." I answered for him.

"Alright." Cameron said, getting the nail polish.