CHAPTER ONE
Cam
Kyle sat next to me, tapping a pencil on the desk. "Do you think you could cut that out? It's really annoying." His eyes turned to mine.
"I was thinking..." He started, leaving the rest of the conversation open for me. His eyes were still glued to the piece of paper in front of him, that was still blank.
"About...?" Just then, his eyes shifted up. He was wearing a smirk, like he had something in mind so horrible, so rebellious, that not even I could handle hearing about it.
We were in my bedroom. I was laying against the headboard mounted to my bed, whereas Kyle laid criss-crossed about a foot in front of me. "I had an idea. You know how you're always taking risks, and doing crazy things?" I raised one eyebrow.
"I'm listening..." The other side of his mouth curled up.
"Well, what if you did something really crazy?" I rolled my eyes.
"Crazy how? Crazy like putting horse radish in the school lunch?" I snorted. "The looks on everyone's face when they took a bite out of the potato salad." Kyle didn't give much of a mutual laugh.
"Crazy like dating another guy..." I looked at him for a long second to see if he was only joking...and then became enraged when I knew he was being serious.
"What!? That's disgusting!" My nose wrinkled. Kyle shrugged.
"Well it would be the ultimate rebellion. I mean, I've heard that gay dudes are a lot more sensitive than normal guys. You've always wanted to do something totally insane, and at the same time, get a little fun out of it. Admit it, you're a daredevil." I shook my head.
"Yeah but- That's just too gross! I don't want to have fun with a guy!!!"
"Yeah but what if he starts to like you and all that crap? If it were me, I'd make fun of him after he started liking me for thinking I actually liked being with another guy. Face it, homos are nasty ass holes! They stick their dicks up other guys' butts..." He fake gagged.
"But that wouldn't even work. He'd know I don't like him...I mean, I refuse to even kiss another guy...Ew..." I looked away.
"He wouldn't suspect anything if you were just friends first."
"True, but I really don't want to know I'm his friend so that he'll fall for me. I couldn't care less whether another guys likes me that way or not."
"You could give it two weeks. If he doesn't like you, than you're not boyfriend material."
"No Kyle. I'm not going to befriend a gay guy."
"Then date one." I scoffed.
"No!"
"Okay then, try being friends with one just to see how it goes. If you still think you can't take being around a gay guy, then fine."
"Are you daring me?"
"Maybe. Are you refusing?"
"Obviously, idiot. I'm not befriending a gay guy!"
"Then yes, I'm daring you. And since you called me an idiot, I'm going to be mean. I dare you to date the nerdiest guy in school."
"Date, a guy? A freaking nerd on top of that!?" He huffed.
"Fine. I'll make it a bet. If you can date Jace Jones for two weeks without puking or backing out, I'll give you my skateboard signed by Tony Hawk and fifty bucks." I scoffed.
"And if I do puke or back out?" He grinned deviously.
"Then you have to tell the whole school you're gay. And if you don't, I will."
"Whoa whoa whoa...I haven't agreed to this bet."
"That's right stupid. I called it. Now it's either back out or win." I rubbed the sides of my face and bent over.
"That's just cruel. Now you're going to make me suffer through two whole weeks dating a guy. People are going to think I'm a faggot dating a guy...and a nerd? You play harsh."
"I play fair, thank you very much. I mean, he's only a guy. You don't like guys already, so what's it going to hurt dating an unattractive guy?"
"It's going to make it worse." He laughed.
"I know, I know. I like being an ass, just because I know you'll put up with it." I shot my middle finger up at him and smiled when he scoffed.
"Alright fine. I'm making that a month." My mouth fell open.
"What!?"
"Shoot me another bird and you'll never forget it. Now you have to date him for a month." He crossed his arms over his chest and began to pout in a dudely way.
"Ass hole."
"Don't make me up that to two months." He smirked.
"Don't push your luck. I'll agree to a month and a month only. I want that skateboard, and the fifty. Up it anymore and you're giving it to me now."
"Or what?"
"Just because I put up with your bullshit doesn't mean I'm not afraid to kick your ass. Last time I'm warning you. Don't keep pushing your luck."
"Fine. A month, and you owe me an ice cream cone for that jerk act."
"Act? And what ice cream cone? I'm not driving you all the way up to the store just to get a stupid cone. You can drive, so go yourself."
"Maybe later. But you'll have to ask him out tomorrow." I groaned.
"I'm not asking Jace out. You do it. It's your bet anyway."
"True, but you're being an ass. So I'm making you do it, or else I'll take back the Tony Hawk skateboard and the fifty for offer. Then you'd just have to date him and win nothing. Nothing except the title."
"Kyle!" He shrugged.
"Just do it! You're such a baby..."
"You say that because you're not the one that has to date another guy...Just ask him out for me. Please?" He shot his hands up.
"Not doing it. I already told you. Don't make me say it again."
"Jeez! I hate you sometimes..." I grumbled. He smiled as if satisfied and stood.
"I love you too bro. Text me when you ask him, and tell me what he says." Kyle slipped on an old raggedy pair of tennis shoes and slung his school back pack over his shoulder. "Well I'm leaving. Mom's making pasta for dinner and I'm not missing it. See ya." He walked out.
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