Page 34 of Counter Bet

Ben.

I lean against my locker, scrolling through my conversation with Princess last night. Who knew she could be funny and easy-going? I assumed she was stuck up like the rest of the rich kids at this school, but she made me laugh last night.

It surprised me when I got a notification that she had started following me on Instagram. It makes it easier for me as my part of the double dare is up, and I refuse to lose to Dallas on this one.

“How’s the bet coming along, lover boy? Ready to admit defeat yet?” Dallas grins, coming to a stop at my locker.

I scoff. “Dream on!” I wiggle my phone in the air. “I’m doing prep work, but don’t you worry. I’ll soon have our Princess on her knees with her pouty lips stretched around my dick.”

“You’re full of shit,” she laughs.

Amused, I shrug. “She’s just another girl, Dell. She won’t be that hard to seduce.”

The football team walk past in their jerseys, hollering and jostling each other. One guy at the back passes a football over the heads of the others.

Dallas scowls. “I hate game day.”

“Yeah? Muscular guys in jerseys don’t do it for you?”

She shoots me a death glare. “Very funny, you dick!”

We both know Dallas will never be a jersey chaser, but she’s not immune to muscles.

“You love my dick,” I tease, palming myself.

Dallas cracks a smile. “Can’t argue with you there.”

We pause when Rick and Jamie walk past with a handful of giggling girls trailing in their wake.

There’s no sign of Princess yet.

Rick fills out his jersey thanks to hours of football practice. It’s not difficult to see why Princess likes him. With muscles like that, girls are bound to fall to their knees for him. And thanks to Dallas’ recording, I’ve seen Princess on hers. Just the thought makes my dick harden in my pants even as a weird sensation, not so unlike jealousy, twists my insides.

Rich and preppy girls are not my type, but she’s one of the hottest girls at this school, and Rick is a lucky fucker to get to pound her tight pussy every night. If I was fucking her, she wouldn’t be able to walk at school.

“Did you see Jamie’s car? It looks brand new again. I might spray paint a Disney princess next time,” Dallas says, interrupting my train of thought.

I chuckle and push off the lockers.

We join the stream of students.

“I’m sure Jamie would love that now he’s finally got a new paint job.”

“What are we doing this weekend?”

A couple of cheerleaders walk past in their tiny uniforms.

I stare after them longingly. Rich girls aren’t my type, but their legs in those skirts…

“Pig!” Dallas huffs next to me.

I nudge her with my elbow and flash my pearly whites. “Jealous?”

She scoffs like the thought offends her. “You fucking wish, Ben.”

I place my hand over my heart. “You wound me, baby. You truly do! But to answer your question, we’re heading to McKenzie’s to get buzzed. Are you in?

“Benny boy, do you not know me at all? Of course I’m fucking in.”

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