Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(8)

“You wanna bet?” Aaron sits up straight.

“If you are prepared to lose.” Danny smiles.

“You are so on.”

“Guys, you do know I’m right here, right?”

“You think you could get close to Miss Goody, Goody?” Aaron asks me.

“If I wanted to, but that’s not the point…”

“Right, let’s see how far Mr. Player can go then. If he can get her to sleep with him then you win,” Aaron says, interrupting me again.

“What do we get if we win?” Nathan asks.

“Guys…” I try and stop this.

“Two hundred bucks.” I get ignored again. Danny and Nathan laugh.

“Not worth it.”

“Fine, five hundred.”

“Deal.” They shake hands and I put my own up in exasperation.

“Aren’t you forgetting one thing?” They all look at me, confused.

“What?” Aaron asks.

“For me to agree with this childish shit. I am not going to try and fuck someone because you guys made a stupid bet.” I stand up and head towards the doors. I hear my name being called out and a few girls bat their eyelashes as I walk past them.

“Come on, don’t you want to see if you really are God’s gift? To see that you can really have anyone you want?” Nathan pleads to me.

“Even though in the process we are fucking someone over?”

“You fuck and ditch all the time, so why would this be any different?” I hate how he is describing me. I’m not that bad. I look back to Sasha and yeah, I would love to get between her thighs, feel her tight cunt around my dick, but knowing I’m doing it for my friends to earn money seems seedy.

“I think deep down he knows he won’t win,” Aaron tries to goad me. “He knows she will turn his ass down.”

“See, you have to prove him wrong. Let’s do a bet on how far he can get. Each base he gets to, one hundred dollars is added. One hundred for a passionate kiss.” Aaron rolls his eyes. “Two hundred for under the shirt feel up, three for a hand-job, four for a blowjob, five if she lets him go down on her, and six if they fuck.”

“What do I get out of all this?” Aaron complains.

“You scared he will be able to do any of those things?” Nathan chuckles.

“Sex is harder than a fucking kiss.”

“Fine, he has a week to reach a certain base. Week one, he needs her to kiss him, the second week for her to let him feel her up, etcetera. If he doesn’t manage that base on that certain week, you win the money for that week. Makes sense?”

“I think so. Okay, you’re on.” They shake hands again, I groan.

“You still need me to agree to this.”

“Come on, if she does let you get that far, just think how good the prize will be. All that money and you get your dick wet by that tight ass.” Danny pats my shoulder. I really don’t feel right doing it, but with all the guys looking at me, I groan and nod in agreement and they all cheer.

“Well, your first week starts now. Good luck.” Aaron smirks at me. I am already starting to regret this.

I watch as Sasha leaves through the back doors and, without thinking, my feet start chasing after her. I don’t know what I’m doing but I call out to her, and when she stops and faces me, her face is all scrunched in confusion, I can’t help but smile at her cuteness.

“What’s up?” she asks me, her head turned to the side a little.

“I was wondering if I could walk you to class?” I see the wheels turning in her head before she shrugs.

“Okay.” She starts walking and I fall in beside her. The walk is silent, no words are forming and I have no clue what to say. My friends are betting to see if I can fuck you, what do you think of that topic? Yeah, I can’t say that. I’m still trying to figure out what to say when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull out my phone and see a text from my dad. He’s working late.

Again.

“Are you okay?” Her voice pulls me out of my trance.

“Yeah, fine.”

She nods. “Your forehead was all scrunched up, that’s all.” Out of reaction, I press my fingers to my forehead.

“It was my dad.”

She nods again. “And you don’t get along with him?”

“I hardly see him. The only way he communicates with me is through text messages.”

“I’m sorry to hear that” We walk in silence again.

“What about your dad? Are you close?” Her eyes dart to the ground as she walks.

“I was close to my dad. He passed away four years ago.” I feel even shitier than I did before.

“I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t know,” She whispers as she swats away a stray tear. “God, look at me.” She chuckles. “Bet you didn’t plan for this on the walk to class.” I stand in front of her and grab hold of one of her hands.

“I’m glad that you opened up. If you ever want to talk, depressing or not,” we both chuckle, “I’m here.” She looks up to me with her big eyes and I know I should walk away, leave this poor girl alone, but her eyes are drawing me in, trapping me.

“Good to know. Might hold you to that.” She smiles.