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I have two more shots, but I only need one.
Blowing the ball to clean it from the beer, I concentrate. When it’s scorched, I make my shot; everything moves in slow motion. The ball turns in the air, going straight into the…
“Yes!” Cora and Karma high five and hug me.
“C’mon, Carter. Are you serious?” Ryder, one of his teammates, elbows him with a playful smirk. “You got beaten not by one, but two girls who are not even in sports. Are you sure that you can throw a ball for a living?”
John still has a redemption shot, but for that, he has to eliminate all of the cups left. The world is against him because making nine shots when he’s drunk it’s not happening. He could have a chance on a good day. Tonight, it’s impossible after all that he’s drunk. Scoffing, he throws the cup on the table and leaves.
“I want in. Against you.”
I arch a brow at Stanley. I almost laugh as I watch him take John’s place and starts rearranging the cups. A couple of guys help him by opening the cans of beer and filling them.
“You’re going to lose,” I warn him, shrugging because I’m overconfident.
From the corner of my eye, I catch Cora’s scowl. It reminds me that this is the exact reason why I didn’t come to the party. Once I touch the Beer Pong table, I can’t leave.
I have a test in a couple of hours. I shouldn’tbehere.
But this will be quick, I think, as the tip of my tongue caresses my bottom lip.
“We’ll see,” Stanley mutters. He presses his lips together to fight a smile.
“What do I get out of this if I win?” I ask.
I know what he wants if he wins: to copy my exam. Even if he ends up being the winner, I’ll have the last laugh because I know shit about chemistry. I’m only passing the class because my cousin, Luanna, does my assignments. If it weren’t for that, I’d be carrying a big ass F on my back.
“Whatever you want. Name it.”
Oh, that sounds tempting.
The possibilities are endless, and I can’t just pickone.
“Okay.” I raise my chin cunningly. “If I win, you’ll become my bitch for the rest of the semester. Deal?”
People around us start laughing, and I can hear them making bets. I notice a couple of them taking out some bills to leave them with thebank,the person who will make sure that the money gets paid to the winning side.
“You asked for it, darling.”
I roll my eyes, though I can’t help the smile that draws on my face.
No, Stanley,youdid.It’s what I tell myself. I grab the first ball and allow the game to begin.
Chapter Two
Iarrived two minutes late to the exam because I had to run to campus—and I don’t have a single athlete bone in my body—risking that the Harpy wouldn’t allow me to come in. Imagine my reaction when I saw Stanley sitting behind my usual seat with a bright smile, looking like he didn’t consume a single drop of alcohol last night. He looks radiant, completely perfect in every way.
How is it even possible that he can have that much tolerance to alcohol, and I end up looking like trash after three drinks?I think while frowning, losing track of the topic of the question I’m supposed to answer. It’s unbelievable. Can something bad happen to this guy? For real, he needs a piece of karma.
The universe seems to laugh at him because I can hear Stanley shifting on his seat, trying to get a better look at my answers. His knees touch my lower back, and I flinch, earning a suspicious look from the professor.
My lips press together into an innocent smile. The only thing missing for me to look like an angel is the halo above my head. Of course, the feeling is fake because there’s no way I can feel that way.It’s impossible.
I wish I could say I got something good out of this—of the hangover and the bet—but the universal scale of my emotional state is leaning towards the negativism. The worst thing is that I had it coming. I have no one to blame, not even stupid Stanley and his tempting offer, but myself. The need to fuck things up for him was bigger than my reasoning. I didn’t even take three seconds to think that my ego was on cloud nine after beating John’s ass; I was overconfident.
I can’t say that I lost, but it wasn’t a victory either. We both had a remaining cup when someone screamed that the neighbors called the cops, and all of us fled before we got arrested for underage drinking. So, there was no way of knowing who won.
Tie.
