So how do I start?

There were plenty of problems with the dare. As I said before, I had no idea what Maximilian was like. He could have hated peanut butter for all I knew. There was, though, one thing that I knew some boys hated so much – flirty bitches.

I stood up, and everybody at the table gaped at me.

"What are you doing?" Heather hissed.

"Working on my dare – no time like the present." I walked towards his table with feigned confidence. Inside, I was trembling like a little baby.

He was talking with his friends. His eyes sparkled with interest about their topic. I slammed my hands on the table as loud as I could manage, interrupting their oh-so-interesting conversation.

"Hey Maxim! You wouldn't mind if I called you that, would you?" My voice came out high-pitched. I didn't plan that, but I suppose it could work to my advantage.

"Actually, I don't."

Damn, did he actually looked amused? Well, things aren't going to be funny for long. I rested my chin on my hands, my elbows propping me up. It was difficult, but I found the courage to stare into his eyes.

"You know, the funniest thing happened a while ago. We were just talking about you and I thought I saw you looking at me." That was a lie, but whatever. Who liked liars?

"Maybe that's because you look good."

WHAT?! Was his brain damaged? Was there any girl in this world that Maximilian wouldn't flirt with?!

"No way. You weren't looking." I picked a strawberry from the bowl on his plate and gobbled it up.

"It was a lucky guess, then." His mouth twitched into a charming smile.

"Really? But I think I'm too good for you." Ha! Take that. Blow to the ego!

"Do you? I think you're just right."

It was so not working. I picked another strawberry and ate it, making sure that I was looking like a slob.

"In fact, I think you're so perfect I feel obliged to take you out to dinner." He replied with an infuriating smirk on his face.

"REALLY? YOU'RE GOING TO ASK ME OUT?" I screamed at the top of my lungs, to make sure the entire lunch room heard it.

"YES, I'M ASKING YOU OUT." He replied, shouting back.

For a moment, there was stunned silence in the lunch room. But never mind that. I wanted to rip his head off. I glanced around, humiliated. I have been beaten at my own game. Ryan was snickering to himself while Heather seemed confused. She wasn't the only one confused.

"I'll see you tomorrow, at seven. I'll pick you up. We'll be eating at Rembrandt." He continued, his voice lowering down to the usual deep and silky tone he always talked in.

"Okay." My voice came out weak. I didn't expect him to ask me out. I expected him to begin growing disgusted with me. Also, Rembrandt? That was one of the most expensive restaurants in town. God what was I doing wrong?

"Good." He planted a kiss on my cheek and left.

My cheeks burned. The audacity… I walked out after him, completely and utterly defeated. Was I an utter failure? Will I actually lose this dare?

By dismissal, the school knew of my little stunt. Most probably knew that I was dared to do so, but probably didn't know that the dare was to make myself Maximilian's enemy. They probably thought it was something along the lines of do-something-incredibly-stupid-to-Maximilian.

"What is it with him? He asks me out on a stupid date, after what I did!" I was raging mad on the phone that night. I lay sprawled on my bed, the phone glued to my ear.

"Well, maybe he likes his girls that way. Or maybe he likes girls, period." Heather answered. "Ryan couldn't stop laughing."

"You couldn't either, could you?"

"…No…It was funny!" She defended. "I mean, him kissing you after what you did, and the shocked expression on your face."

"Shut up. I'm going to go make sure that this time, it works. This time, I'm ruining the date."

"Claude, enjoy it while you could. Then break his heart. Isn't that the best way?"

"It's going to take too long. I'll have him hate me by the end of this month."

"…Ryan said something about having him hate you by the end of the month. He said that he'd give you fifty dollars if you could accomplish it. If not by the end of the next month, he said you owed him."

"Tell him I'll accept."

"Claude, are you psycho? Did you see how it went a while ago? Do you understand how difficult it is to make Maximilian hate a female?"

"Don't doubt, Heath. Just do it."

"…Don't say I didn't warn you…"

"I won't."

I clicked off the phone and left to ransack my sister's closet. She had lots of daring clothes that she never found the courage to wear and left all of them at home after she went to college. I settled on a miniskirt and a tight fitting shirt that were inappropriate for the more formal Rembrandt.

You WILL hate me, Maximilian Gregory. You will.