The Playboy's Bet

02| The Class

A L E X A N D E R F L E T C H E R

[after lunch, Wednesday]

"So you can talk!" I beamed excitedly. I didn't expect him to talk to me so fast, but I mean, I don't mind. Maybe it's not going to be so hard after all.

Maybe he will like me.

Oliver blushed again and looked at his feet. He took the drawings, which had fallen to the floor before, put them in his book, and then turned around ready to leave.

"Wait, no, don't leave. I didn't want to offend you..." I said apologetically. I couldn't make him hate me this early.

I caught his arm and stopped him on his way.

He stopped, but didn't look at me, he just continued staring into the ground.

I need to go nicer and slower at him.

"Okay," I said quietly, "what class do you have next?" I asked him timidly as I put my hand around his shoulder and started walking towards my locker.

He anxiously pulled his books closer to him and tried to get out of my hold, but I didn't let that happen.

We walked a while in silence, I was still waiting for his answer, but he tried to get out of my hold anyway like he didn't want to have anything to do with me.

But I didn't let him.

I was not going to lose so easily. When we came to my locker, I let him get out of my hold and took the books from my locker, that I will need in my next class.

"So? What class is it?" I asked again and looked at him.

Now he was looking at me. But not the way I imagined. He was looking at me in disbelief. Like he didn't trust me. I mean, he didn't, but that doesn't matter.

"What is it?" I asked him and raised my eyebrows.

He frowned.

"What is your problem? Why are you suddenly so interested in me? You never cared about me, you didn't even notice me, so why now?" he asked anxiously and stepped back like he was afraid of my reaction.

Like he was afraid of me.

I didn't like that. That's not good for my bet.

I didn't know how to answer that, I couldn't possibly tell him, that I closed some stupid bet, that I will make him fall in love with me. I mean, I could, but why would I do that, right?

"I don't know, I just noticed you and get interested. I really want to be your friend alright, there is nothing else..."

Lie.

"I know you won't trust me, but I won't stop trying until you do. You have nothing to be afraid of..."

LIE

"I don't plan on hurting you..."

BIG LIE.

"Please, just give me one chance?" I pouted, tucked out my bottom lip, and give him my pest puppy look. Like really dog eyes.

And who could resist that, right?

He sighed.

"Math."

"What?" I asked unsurely.

"My next class is Math." I grinned at him and raised my hands in victory. I picked him up and turned around with him still in my arms. He squealed surprised and put his arms around my neck so he wouldn't fall.

He wouldn't.

He didn't have to be worried about that. He was so light I could carry him with only one arm. I wouldn't let him fall.

When I finally put him down, still smiling at him, for the first time I noticed our high difference. He was really small. Like 15 inches shorter than me. I mean he was looking at my chest when he stood straight!

When I put him down, he blushed and straightened his glasses. He pulled his books closer to him again and started walking towards his class.

And then it hit me.

"Wait, Math? We have some class together?" I asked confused.

I never registered him in my class - I mean I never registered anyone except my friends, but that doesn't matter - but what, we have class together! That will make everything easier!

"Yeah, for two years actually." he mumbled quietly, looked at the ground again, and started walking towards our class.

"I'm sorry, I never registered you there," I said quietly as I walked next to him.

We walked into the Math class and almost everyone was already there. My friends were waving at me, calling me to come to sit next to them.

Oliver ignored everyone, and with his head bowed down went in front of me.

He called quietly over his shoulder: "It's alright, nobody ever does anyway."

He walked to the back of the class and sit at the furthest desk possible.

And I followed him.

I walked around my friends, who all looked at me surprised that I ignored them like that.

But my best friend didn't like that. Ethan caught my arm and yanked me to sit next to him. I stumbled and fall onto the chair beside him. I frowned at him and turned my head to look back at Oliver.

He opened the book with his drawings and started drawing something in it.

"What!" I hissed and looked angry at Ethan.

"So, how is everything going?" he winked at me and asked teasingly like he just didn't do anything wrong.

Oh boy, he should be really afraid of me from now on.

I sighed. "Good, he is at least talking to me, and he is probably starting to trust me. But right now the chair next to him is getting cold and I really want to heat it. So I'm going." I growled at him and stood up.

"Oh," I remembered one important fact and I leaned toward his ear, so I could whisper it to him.

And maybe because I wanted to enjoy the satisfaction.

Maybe.

Yeah, definitely.

"And we are going to the library today." I whispered seductively to him.

He groaned and threw his head forward so hard and fast, that he hit his head on the desk.

He groaned again.

Yep, definitely satisfaction.

I laughed at him.

"Idiot." I mumbled still smiling and went to sit next to Oliver.

The chair creaked loudly under my weight and everybody looked at me. Again, they looked surprised, that I'm sitting next to Oliver. I raised one of my eyebrows at them and they immediately looked away from us. Like dogs. I smiled at that though and looked at Oliver.

He wasn't paying attention to me, he probably didn't even know I was sitting here. He was concentrating so hard, he didn't even notice me.

I leaned toward him so he would feel my breath on his skin. His body reacted, I could visibly see goosebumps on his skin, but he didn't even notice, he was so concentrated.

"Hi there, again." I whispered into his ear.

He was surprised.

As he got startled, he jumped away from me, and as he did, he nearly fell from the chair he was sitting at.

Fortunately, I caught him so he wouldn't fall, today for the second time.

I laughed and moved him so he was sitting at the chair again.

He blushed.

AGAIN.

Isn't he blushing too much? Is that even healthy?

"Sorry." he apologized and anxiously straightened his glasses again.

"It's alright, you okay?" I asked him as I chuckled.

"Yeah, Thank-" he got interrupted by a bell ringing for the start of the class. And at the same time, our teacher walked in.

She was an old, wrinkly woman, who looked like the grandma you never wanna stay with because she always makes you puke from the food she gives you. Not from the portion, but from the FOOD.

I sighed and looked at her, as she straightened her long skirt and started talking about what we are going to do today.

I hate Math.

I really do. I never understand the reason for counting numbers. It's stupid.

The class started and the teacher started rambling about something I didn't understand, and I didn't even want to understand.

A few seconds after she started talking and writing something on the board, I stopped listening to her and looked at the person sitting next to me.

Oliver wasn't listening to the teacher too, he was still drawing something.

"Mr. Fletcher! I asked you a question! Were you even listening to me?!" I winced as Ms. Beck, the old teacher, yelled at me.

New information honey, no one is listening to you.

"Yes, Miss? What did you ask me?" I asked slowly and smiled at her, so my dimples were popping up.

Even teachers were wrapped around my finger, everyone just loved me - I know, I'm amazing.

Just one smile was enough for her to stop yelling and smile at me. But she still went on with her stupid attitude.

Maybe next time.

"I asked if you know the answer, but how can I see, if you have time looking at your classmate, you probably already have it done. Why don't you come here and show us how you did it? Your friend there can count the next one." she said triumphantly and winked at us.

I clenched my jaw and looked at Oliver. How are we going to do that?! We started a new substance and neither of us was paying attention.

Uhhh old grandbag.

According to Google, grandbag is not a word, but I just said it, so it is from now on.

I looked eagerly at Oliver, hoping he would have better ideas than to invent a new curse for this stupid teacher.

But he just got up from his place and went to the board.

I groaned and followed him. I looked around the class, my teammates to be exact, looking for some help.

Ethan looked at me like he was sorry for me, Andrew was trying not to meet my gaze and the other boys just ignored me. Charlie was laughing at me so hard he nearly fell from his chair.

Okay, that was mean.

I glared at him.

When I stopped in front of the board and stood next to Oliver, he grabbed a marker and looked at the example next to mine. His eyes were looking at the board at the long example.

As I was looking at him, it couldn't be more than a few seconds, I saw the recognition in his eyes.

I sighed.

We were done.

He looked at me just when he was about to write something on the board, his hand stopping midway. But when he saw my expression, my lost expression, he moved his eyes on my example.

"x equals 25." he whispered within a second and then wrote another number on the board under his example, which was probably his outcome.

I looked at him surprised.

He wasn't even paying attention to the old grandbag! How could he count that-?!

Okay, I can ask him later.

I quickly wrote the answer and followed Oliver.

Again.

I feel like a lost pup - oh my God I need help.

"Good one guys, you have it right!" called the teacher behind us.

F*cking grandbag.

As I walked around my team, they all looked at me as if a second head had grown on me.

I smiled at Charlie, who looked at me, his mouth wide open, as I showed him my middle finger.

I sat next to Oliver quietly and looked at him again.

He ignored me like he didn't just help me and went back to his drawing like nothing happened.

And it continued like that for the rest of the class.

The teacher wasn't asking us any more questions, I was looking at Oliver and Oliver was drawing.

I have been so in thoughts, thinking through my plan, that when the bell finally rang - it startled me.

Oliver quickly throw his things into his bag, got up from his place, and left the class before I had any chance to talk to him.

I sighed and put my things in my bag just like Oliver did a few minutes ago. I stayed in my seat and waited for my teammates to come to me.

When they all gathered around me, we left the class together.

In the main hall, we split up into two groups and I along with Ethan, Andrew, James, and Jackson, all of them I usually drove home, went to the library, where Ethan said that Oliver is usually spending his time.

I mean, today is the only day in a workweek, when we don't have training or match.

Why not use it?