“That’s like shaking hands with the Devil.” He mutters.
“So, you admit I’m prettier even on my worst days?”
“Never. What’s the bet?” I grin, setting my elbows on the middle console, my chin balanced on my closed fists as Aaron backs up and starts our drive.
“You can have home court advantage because I’m really such a nice guy.” Felix snorts and rolls his eyes. “Ask the track team. Ask them if today, with my fucked-up face, am I still prettier than you. If they say yes, tally. No, circle. And at the end of the day, we’ll know. Oh, we’ll ask Drew too since he’s coming over—he can be the last to vote.” Felix is nodding, pulling out a notebook to write out two columns for circles and tallies with the question written at the top.
“What are we betting on?” Shit. I didn’t think of that. I hum, eyes staring at the stereo screen.
“Ah! If you win, I’ll finally let you teach me how to play the guitar.” Felix perks up.
“Really?!” After trying to persuade me to learn so I can play with him since middle school, he’s probably shitting his pants.
“Yes, really.”
“Deal!” I chuckle.
“Okay, okay. But ifIwin, I want Angel's number.” Aaron’s head whips in my direction but I pretend not to notice. Felix on the other hand, doesn’t.
“You okay, Bub?” Aaron turns back to the road and clears his throat.
“Yes. Sorry. Was checking traffic behind us.” Felix looks back to me with one of thoseI think he’sgoing crazylooks, and I smile.
“Okay Bear, deal. If you win you can have your precious number.” We shake hands. “But for the tallies, what about the team members you're not present for? Do I need to herd them all together or something?” I shake my head.
“No, I trust you.” He scoffs again.
“That confident, are you?” I grin and pinch his bicep as he giggles at me.
“Oh, yes I am. Plus, I can always as—”
“Benjamin.” Aaron’s voice is stern, borderline hostile when he speaks, and it makes me jump.
“Yes?”
“Please sit back and buckle up. It’s not safe to sit up like that.
You can have this conversation somewhere else.” Felix and I stare at him with our mouths hanging open, but he just stares straight ahead, lips set in a line and knuckles white where he grips the steering wheel.
“Okay, sure. Sorry.” I go back to my seat behind Felix and buckle up, staring out the window. It’s not long before my phone buzzes.
Fe
dude what did you do to piss off my brother
Bear
i think i may have pissed in his cheerios
Fe
LMAO
Fe
maybe amber isn’t putting out anymore
Fe
