“She looks like someone who needs a little dick. Maybe it’ll loosen her up a bit. I mean, it’ll definitely loosen her up because this cock,” he gestures towards his crotch, “is fucking huge.”
“Just drop it. You aren’t fucking our art teacher. Move your focus on someone who may actually give you a chance, like Harper.” I reach for the driver’s door of the car and look at Axel and Kip who stand on the other side, waiting to get in.
He may actually have a better chance with Ms. Hyland than he does with Harper. They dated for three months, and she didn’t even slip him the tongue until a week before they broke up. Her legs are tightly closed, and every guy knows it. She’s one of the good girls, one who prides herself in waiting for the right guy. She’s proud of her choices, and she doesn’t use her body as a tease.
Kip laughs. “He’s got a better chance of fucking you than he does Harper Ambrose.”
“Shut the fuck up and unlock the door,” Axel snaps. He’s still got a soft spot for Harper and doesn’t even like her name being mentioned, since she dumped him. He’s never taken to any girls in this school. Emotion isn’t something he does well, but Harper was different. She got to him. And then she broke his black heart.
I tap the unlock button, and we all climb into my car. “Fuck it, I’ll do it.” Axel shrugs casually. Like it's no big deal that he just decided he was going to try and sleep with our teacher. A woman who is probably ten years older than us.
“Like hell you will,” I snap, unexpectedly. I stick the key in the ignition and start it. I roll down all the windows, and Axel, who is riding shotgun, cranks up the music.
“How about a little wager,” he says to me, before he turns back to Kip. “You want in on this?”
“Not a chance in hell.” He shakes his head. “High school girls scare me. Grown women with big,” he shakes the invisible jugs in front of him, “uh uh. Nope.”
“I’m not in on this either. You have something you think you need to prove to yourself, that’s on you.”
“Alright, here it is. I bet I can bag her within the next month.” Axel slaps the back side of his hand into my chest. “By then, Ms. Hyland will have felt her world shake beneath my body, while I fuck her brains out. When I do, you will continue to fight, even once our arrangement is over.” Axel lifts the lever, and his seat slides all the way back. He pulls on his black shades and crosses his arms behind his head.
“You really have lost your damn mind. Besides, we are leaving for UCLA right after graduation.” I shake my head, reaching over and knocking his feet off my dash that he so comfortably just propped up.
“Correction. You are leaving for UCLA. I’ve decided not to go to college. When I do this, you stay in the ring until you leave.”
“Wait a minute. What the hell do you mean you decided not to go? Dude, you are the smartest kid in the school.” It’s true. Axel is a goddamn genius. He may not use all his brain cells, but he’s definitely got them.
“I’m not going. End of conversation. So, we got a bet?”
Kip positions himself between the two front seats. “Yes, you do. I can’t wait to see how this plays out.”
“Don’t feed into this, Kip. It’s ridiculous.”
“The fact that you two are even talking about this means that you know I’m about to stick my dick in Ms. Hyland.” Axel tilts his glasses and looks back and forth from Kip to me with a smirk.
“Alright, deal.” I stick my hand out to Axel, and he shakes it, but I feel like I just made a huge mistake.
“And when you don’t, I want your signed ball by Aaron Rodgers, Ax.” Kip’s eyes widen with excitement. Like it’s Christmas morning and Santa just left him every toy he’s ever wished for.
He’s got a chance to get whatever we want from one of the wealthiest kids in this town, and Kip wants a signed football. I shake my head in laughter.
“What? It’s a good call. I want it.” Kip throws himself back into the seat with a smile plastered on his face.
I continue, “When you do not sleep with our art teacher, I want out of the contract.”
Axel tears his sunglasses off of his face. “No, hell no. That’s part of another deal. We signed that contract in blood.”
“Yeah, my blood.” I raise my voice.
At the end of last summer, Axel started a small little fight club in one of his dad’s abandoned buildings, just outside of town. Since then, it’s grown into this big event that everyone looks forward to on Saturday nights. Ever since it started, he has ate, slept, and breathed for this place. It’s like he’s addicted. Fighting has never been my style, and I never planned on participating. I’d go watch the fights just like everyone else. There are about two dozen guys from the local schools in the area who fight on alternating weekends. It’s not as bad as it sounds. There are rules, but it’s also risky as hell.
It wasn’t until a couple months ago that I was thrown into this mess.
That one night changed everything.
I was sitting by the fire, waiting and waiting for the cops to show up. Which, they never did. I was pissed off at the new neighbor and made my way to the stash of alcohol that I hid in the garden shed. Everyone had left, and my parents were gone, so I indulged—a little too much. The whiskey was going down smooth, and I don’t even like whiskey. I just kept thinking about how this lady ruined our night and how everyone bailed on me.
Then I got a call from Talon, Blakely’s brother. He’s had a hard go at life and no matter how hard Blakely tried to keep him out of trouble, he always found his way back in. He had taken off from a party and was wandering the streets, drunk as shit, and needed a ride. It was either I let him get picked up by the cops, or I go pick him up myself. Against my better judgement, I went and picked his ass up. I didn’t think I was that intoxicated, but just as he climbed in the car, everything started spinning. I ignored the effects and drove anyway. Two minutes later, I found myself in a ditch and up against a tree. We weren’t hurt at all, but my car was. I knew that the only person who could get me out of this mess and hide the evidence from my parents was Axel. Sure enough, he came to the rescue. He put up the money to get the car towed and paid triple the amount to have it fixed before Monday morning. I made up some lame excuse when Mom came home. Told her that I left my car at Axel’s house and I’d get later because I wasn’t feeling good. Thankfully, she bought it.
I paid for it.
Axel has selfish tendencies. He doesn’t do much of anything for anyone without a price. I’ve always known this. I knew the minute that I called him for help that I was going to be in his debt. He will give his friends the shirt off his back in a heartbeat, but we pay for it in the end. I guess it’s his asshole way of helping others and helping himself at the same time.
Our agreement was three fights. My first one is coming up in two weeks. He pays for the training and provides the space. Students bet on the fights and make money, and we pay for it with our blood and sweat. It doesn’t hurt that we get a couple hundred bucks each fight, and even more, if we win.
“Like I said, it’ll never happen, so if calling it a bet makes you sleep better at night, have at it. But, I’m getting out of that contract when you lose.”