A Promise Gone Wrong

Chapter Twenty: Heart Strings

Anything here? They must have gone through the whole arcade pretty quick for him to be so sure. 

"You wanna bet?" she challenges.

"Name it."

Cameron and I step aside as she prowls around the man-whore tapping her chin in consideration. "If I beat you at something, then you have to take me on a date," she pitches. 

My jaw falls to the floor, Cameron's eyebrows fly to the roof, and Dylan chokes on air. 

I guess watching him make out with that girl at school made her crush feelings a bit more fearless. She isn't even blushing about it. On the other hand, Dylan's cheeks are tinting a light pink. If he agrees, I think Brielle will be the first girl he's taken on a proper date in a few years.

I'm so proud.

"Dude," Cameron chuckles, patting his friend's back. "You gonna chicken out, or--"

"No," Dylan scoffs, straightening his posture and crossing his arms as he meets Brielle's courageous gaze. "If you lose, which you will," he assures her, "then I get a kiss."

A what?!

To this, she and I open and close our mouths a few times. His bet comes at a high price when Brielle hasn't ever kissed someone before. 

"But--" I start to interject, only to stop when Cameron slips an arm around my waist and pulls me against his side. 

"Let her live a little, Bambi," he whispers, and returns my Victoria's Secret bag. "It seems like a win-win for them both either way, doesn't it?"

Pursing my lips, I anxiously observe my best friend mull over the idea before she releases a breath and extends a hand to the man-whore. Dylan gives it a firm shake and just from that, I catch her nibble on her lips. 

She's nervous. 

I was too. Was. It's crazy to think my first kiss was a few weeks ago. Although, with Cameron it was on a date and he made it sweet. What if Dylan tries to make a scene of it here in the arcade? 

I'll have no choice but to murder his ass. 

"You select the game," he offers. 

Thankfully, the one she guides us to puts all my anxiety to rest. It's a classic Dance Dance Revolution system and we happen to show up just as a group ahead of us finishes playing. She doesn't hesitate to claim her side of the machine's dance floor, setting up their match with confidence.

"This will be interesting," Cameron mutters to his friend.

Dylan shoots him a short glare before he takes his place beside her. She offers to play on a higher level to even the odds, but he denies her gracious gesture. A minute later, their match begins and I am overwhelmed with entertainment when he actually manages to keep up with her. He missed a few steps in the beginning, but is now matching her score.

"He can dance?" I gasp, turning to Cameron with wide eyes.

Who knew these boys had so many hidden talents? It definitely adds to their appeal.