*** Zack’s P.O.V.***
“The fuck did you disappear off to the other night?” Johnny’s voice cut through the fog that was my mind, echoing dully against my skull. I winced, could today get any fucking worse? On a normal day, Huntington High was a fucking nightmare, but today, today it was from Hell itself. As if some godly asshole up there decided to tear a page right out of Hell’s cookbook and set California ablaze.


“Wouldn’t you like to know,” a smug and overly familiar voice launched back. Instantly my eyes narrowed to slits as I turned to face the newcomer – Brian.


“Yeah dude, that’s the whole point of asking!” Johnny rolled his eyes in annoyance, clearly the heat was getting to him too – hopefully.


“Well...” began Brian, drawing out the word for dramatic effect. Ever so the drama queen. I suppressed a sigh. I was not in the mood for his shit today. He had a lot of explaining to do and the quicker he got to it, the quicker I could find Amelia and get back to winning this bet.


“Oh will you just get to it already,” Matt grumbled as he leaned back into one of the lockers, propping up a foot against it while simultaneously crossing his arms over his chest, purposively flexing. “I have other things to do than wait for you to finish your story.”


Just as he had finished speaking, a group of girls walked past us, their eyes automatically drifting to Matt and his arms. Catching them eyeing him, Matt threw them a wink and licked his lips before bestowing them with his trade marked dimpled smile. Caught off guard, the girls scurried off, giggling.


“Yeah, we can see that!” Jimmy laughed as he watched the girls run off, shaking his head.


“What the hell happened to Bianca?” I voiced, lifting an eyebrow in Matt’s direction. Instead of a reply Matt just shrugged. Okay then, don’t say anything.


“Anywaaay...” Brian coughed, bringing the attention back to him. This time, I didn’t suppress my sigh.


“Spit it out Haner.” my words my have come a lot harsher than I intended but whatever, right.


“I was with ‘Melia,” he shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes met mine.


I narrowed my eyes in response. ‘Melia?! As if it was some sort of reflex, my hands involuntarily curled into fists as red, hot surging anger washed over me. ‘MELIA?! You have to be fucking kidding me!


“Melia, huh?” Matt raised his eyebrow in an all knowing way. This only fuelled my anger even more.


This time Brian didn’t hold back that cocky smirk he was known for. “Yeah well, you know.”


“Is that where you’ve been this entire time?!” Johnny exclaimed perplexed. His eyes wide and unbelieving.


“What can I say, Johnny boy, the bitch can’t get enough of me, let alone keep her hands off,” he winked at Johnny.


“Wait, did you guys do it?”


“What are we five?” Brian rolled his eyes at Johnny, “No, we didn’t fuck if that’s what you’re asking”


Sudden relief washed over me, and all the breath I had unconsciously held back was let out. I hadn’t even noticed. At least the fucker didn’t take what was mine!


“So what did you do?” this time it was Matt who asked.


“You know, a little bit of that, and a little bit of this,” Brian gestured wildly with his hands, groping the air like that fucking child from Meet the Fockers. In an instant my anger was back. She was mine!


“God, and those hands of hers!” he practically moaned. “Fucking magic let me tell you.” Once again, his words were accompanied by wild hand movements, mimicking a hand job.


“So, does this mean you won?”


My eyes snapped wide open. No! This is not what we had agreed upon! But before I could say the words out loud, someone else beat me to it.


“Nope” Jimmy sang fro his spot on the floor. Since when was he on the floor? Fucking weirdo. “The deal was, one of them had to fuck her to win the bet, and since Brian didn’t fuck her, the bet is still ooooon!”


“I vote we up the wager,” Matt grinned from his spot on the lockers, looking at the four of us with a wicked look in his eyes. If I was a betting man, which I am, I’d bet he was enjoying this little bet of ours more than anyone else.


“What are you proposing?” Suspicion leaked into my words.


“Scared Baker?” Brian sneered.


“Oh fuck off.”


“Now, now ladies. Don’t get your panties in a knot, I haven’t proposed anything yet.” All eyes returned to Matt.


“Well?” from his spot on the floor, Jimmy looked up at Matt, anticipation written across his features.


“What do you say, along with the money, the loser not only has to take that geek girl...fuck what was her name again?”


“That Elizabeth chick?”


“Yeah, her.” Matt nodded, remembering the girl we all shared English with. Some book obsessed dork. “So not only do you have to take Elizabeth to prom, but you’ll be expected to do the prom thing and make a move on her. As well as play roadie for our next ten shows.”


“So basically, you’re prostituting us off like common whores?” I raised an eyebrow, contemplating the conditions. I’d give almost anything to see Brian, playboy Brian, go out with the ugly duckling of the school. “Alright, I’m in, what do you say Haner? You’re in?”


“Anything to see you squirm!” He winked. “Count me in too.”


“Alright boys, let the games begin.”

Notes

Hey guys!

So I'm back, kind of! Anyway, I'm so sorry that it took something like two years to update this but life as a university students is NOT fun. I hope this little chapter makes up for the long wait, and I hope you guys will continue to throw some love my way (insert begging here).

On a side note, I've been wanting to do a co-write for sometime now, and since I'm not sure what's going on with Dance like we're making love anymore, I want to know if anyone's up for one?

So as always, leave your love, comment oh and maybe suggestions as to what you want to happen.

C.H. Sullivan

Title: Dua Lipa - New Rules