The Bet

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The guy on the picture is Ryan Christophe Lavigne. You can imagine your own Drake though.

The song is Stop and Stare by One Republic. I hope you'll listen to it, and to all the songs that will be posted in the story.

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"The Bet"

Copyright © 2010 Kimberly Joy Villanueva.

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Chapter 1 *Deal*

~Drake

I lost the bet.

I, Drake Swift, lost for the first time in my entire life. I can't believe it!

Now I have to do anything Andre wants me to.

You'd think that since we're best friends, it'd be easy, but you're wrong! Instead of making each other's lives easier, we amuse ourselves by making it harder on one another. People would think it's pathetic, but we enjoy it. Ironic isn't it?

But we're best friends through good times and bad times. Well. . . mostly in bad times.

I know Andre. It's his first time winning so he'll take his time in thinking of what he wants me to do. All the worse scenarios are running through my mind. Eating gross food, punching someone, breaking furniture, getting myself grounded, humiliating myself in public - no. . . he's not that rude.

"I know what I want you to do," Andre says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

We're on the steps of the Science Building. Our professor is absent so we stroll through the hallways. There are only few students here because most of the students are in their classrooms. We're just lucky because our professor isn't here.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. "What?" I ask, looking at him. I don't know why we're best friends. We don't have anything in common.

"I want you to date someone," he begins.

His next words are cut off by my laughter. I can't believe it! He wants me to date someone?! I thought he might even want me to punch someone in the face! Maybe I am wrong about my best friend.

Dating didn't even come to my mind. With my dyed dirty blonde hair that falls just above my sparkyly blue eyes, I won't have a problem finding a girl.

He smirks, reading my mind. "I'm not done."

I roll my eyes. It can't be worse. "Continue then," I say after I stop laughing.

He clears his throat. "I want you to date someone," he repeats, "And then ask her to be your girlfriend."

I stare at him incredulously, the shock evident in my eyes. I should have expected that! Of course he wouldn't make it that easy on me.

"I won't do it!" I say grudgingly.

He, of all people, should know that! I never had a steady girlfriend in the seventeen years of my existence. And now, because I lost a bet, he wants me to change it? No way! I'm content with what I'm doing.

"You have to do it!" He says through gritted teeth. "When I lost, I did everything you wanted me to do!"

I think about the last time he lost. I told him to break up with his girlfriend. He did break up with her. To be honest, I know he didn't love her. But, because I ordered him to, he did it. And now, because I lost, I have to do what he wants me to.

A sigh escape from my lips. This will be the last time I'm going to do a deal.

"Okay," I mumble, defeat clearly in my voice.