"F*** you!" Wendy exploded upon hearing my offer, "A poor loser like you thinks you can sleep with me? Keep dreaming."
"Heh, if you can't handle the bet, just say so." I used reverse psychology on Wendy.
As expected, she took the bait. Fuming, she said, "Who says I can't handle it? Deal! But I don't believe you can actually get VIP tickets. If we're betting, it should be fair. What will you do if you can't get them?"
"Name your terms."
"Alright, if you can't get them, you'll streak naked around the sports field ten times," Wendy said mockingly.
"Deal," I agreed and then took my phone outside to make a call.
In the hallway, I looked around to ensure no one was nearby before dialing Lydia's number.
After two rings, she answered, her sweet voice echoing in my ear, "Hello, who is this?"
