Chapter Two: The Bet
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By the end of his first week at Marcecue High, Max had already made his mark. Teachers called him “potentially brilliant but careless.” Students called him “cool,” “confident,” and “definitely trouble.” And his new friends? They were already calling him “one of us.”
But Max didn’t care much for labels. He cared about winning — at anything.
It was Friday, and the boys were gathered in the school cafeteria, a noisy space filled with clanking trays and loud conversations. Max was halfway through a meat pie when Jay slammed his report card on the table.
“Ranked sixth,” Jay said proudly. “Not bad for a science dummy like me.”
Victor scoffed. “I’m third, as usual.”
Max rolled his eyes. “Y’all really acting like these numbers matter?”
Dele leaned in with a grin. “That’s because you haven’t seen your own results yet.”
Max shrugged. “Don’t need to. I already know I didn’t try.”
“Exactly,” Kingsley cut in. “You’re wasting brains, Max. You talk big, act sharp, but when it comes to schoolwork, you don’t show up.”
That struck a nerve.
Max leaned back in his chair, his smile fading. “So what, you think I can’t do it?”
“No,” Dele said, his grin growing wider. “We think you won’t. You don’t have the discipline.”
Max wiped his hands clean and stood. “Fine. What if I actually tried? What if I made top three next term?”
The table went silent.
Then Jay laughed. “Impossible.”
“I mean, look at you,” Victor added. “You hang out more than you study. And with Hazel sniffing around, you’ll be distracted.”
“Or Isabella,” Dele teased. “You noticed how she looks at you during chemistry class?”
Max smirked but stayed silent.
“Okay,” he said finally. “Let’s make this interesting. If I get top three next term, you each owe me 50 bucks.”
“And if you don’t?” Kingsley asked.
Max thought for a second. “Then I owe each of you 50 bucks.”
Jay raised an eyebrow. “And no dating Hazel or Isabella in the process.”
Max froze, pretending not to care. “That’s not part of—”
“Oh, it is now,” Victor interrupted. “No distractions. Just brains. Or you lose.”
Max hesitated. Hazel’s laugh was still in his head from earlier. Isabella’s calm voice echoed from their shared biology class. No feelings. No flirting. Just focus.
He extended his hand across the table.
“Deal.”
They all shook on it.
As Max walked back to class, his heart pounded louder than usual. The bet was on.
Now, all he had to do was stay away from Hazel and Isabella… and somehow become one of the best students in the school.
Easy, right?
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