Ch. II- the first target

I stared out the window, glancing over the freshman gym class running laps and sighed. I couldn't really focus on class because of the whole bet. I was an idiot for accepting... And as much as I tried to tell myself otherwise, I've turned into one of them.

I'm an asshole. Goddamnit. I'm an asshole.

I was swayed by money to accept that proposal. Four-hundred dollars wasn't even that much... I'd be playing girls for a measly price, also for the satisfaction of showing my friends that I wasn't that uptight.

Was it too late to back out? I looked over at Garrett, the only one in my English class, and saw him distractedly chewing his gum like a cow. He was definitely the most laid back one in our group, but he still wouldn't hesitate to call me a wuss. As class droned on, I pondered on what I should do, barely paying attention.

I could always try to back out, but then they'd taunt me for the rest of my life, and I couldn't hurt my pride... even if this was a really asshole thing to do. I could always try to push it away and forget about the bet, but I knew those guys would keep reminding me and asking me about "all the ass I was getting."

The only real option was to play their little game. But how would I even start? I started twirling my hair between my fingers, a slightly girly habit I picked up from watching my little sister. Oh god. I really was an asshole. I'd be showing my little sister how much of a pig I was and setting an example for how all men were like.

I scribbled down notes as my teacher talked and kept trying to think of what to do. Maybe... I'll just tell the girls I'm not really looking for a serious relationship. And I won't even tell the guys about it so... Yeah, great plan. That would make me less of an ass... right? I sighed again and looked towards Garrett's direction. He was still chewing his gum like a barnyard animal but I saw that he'd been looking at me too. I raised an eyebrow, and he signaled that he had something to say to me after class. I nodded, and gulped when I saw the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Oh, crap.

I tried to look on the bright side. Maybe... He was going to tell me that he'd finally gotten the French girl's number or something! I tried to reassure myself, but I knew he wasn't really having much luck with her... I rubbed my temples and took a last attempt at focusing on the lesson.

Before I knew it, the teacher wasn't even talking anymore. I saw that everyone was mindlessly talking to each other and sighed again. Fuck, so much time has passed. I looked at the clock and saw that the bell was going to ring in a few seconds, and took my notebook and shoved it in my bag. I got up as the bell rang and headed towards Garrett, who had a big grin on his face, and we walked out the door to go to our next class.

"Yo, get the French girl's number?" I started, but saw him slowly frown and shake his head.

"No such luck, man. She's still pretty bad at understanding English, and I'm still having a hard time remembering any French." He stuck out his tongue, but then smiled again.

"I finally got her name though!"

"Oh, hey, that's good. What is it?"

"Cecilia," I saw the dreamy look in his eyes and started snickering. Out of the group, Garrett was the one who was most like me, and though he was still kind of an ass he was also kind of romantic. Not like I'd know personally or anything... he's written love letters and asked us for opinions but we'd laughed in his face. My snickering took him out of his daze and he rolled his eyes.

"But, anyway, that's not what I was going to tell you. So.. Well, Johnny's suspecting that you're probably going to tell the girls some bullshit about just having fun."

Fuck. They could see right through me. "Why would I do that?"

"Because, you know, you're... You're just you, Johansen, we know you. But anyway. He says that we should throw in another four-hundred, I guess. We're each throwing in two-hundred now. It's funny because that's the original amount and now you're being offered four times more!"

If I was drinking something, I think I would have promptly spit it out. I stared at him, wide-eyed and furiously scratched my head.

"W-W-W-What?" He smirked at me, observing my reaction.

"We knew you'd be interested, Johansen! Man, you're such a greedy little bitch."

I glared at him, trying to reassure myself that I wasn't... Okay, fuck, I was. I was being offered eight-hundred dollars to hurt a bunch of girls' feelings and... Fuck, I really couldn't get the amount out of my head.

I could buy a new laptop, and if I pushed it, some college books... The endless possibilities. Unlike the others, I was actually thinking of my future, and they were spending two-hundred each on a little bet.

Fuck, I couldn't refuse this.

But I knew there had to be another condition. Fortunately, we were heading to US Gov, and Theo was in our class. Theo and Johnny were probably on the same wavelength or texted each other or something- they wouldn't tell Garrett, because he'd probably forget.

When we finally got to class, I saw Theo looking up at me with his usual smugness and took my usual seat next to him. "Yo, Archer," he waved and I glared.

"Why'd you raise the stakes?"

He, however, just chuckled. "You always get down to business, Johansen."

"Don't fuck with me, man. Seriously. You're offering me four-hundred dollars more. What are you planning?"

He looked at me straight in the eye, and it was as if we were having a battle between... Well, eyes. "Date four girls at once is the first part of the deal. The second part of it is making them all fall in love with you."

Oh my fucking shit, they knew exactly how to pull my strings.

...Fuck my friends.


I couldn't help but shuffle my feet as I stared down at the floor. I couldn't stop thinking about what Theo had said throughout class, and I wanted to shoot him... No, shoot all of my friends. With a fucking machine gun or fucking cannonball them or something... Shit.

That was one of the biggest asshole things someone could do.

...Make someone fall in love with them, and then just break their heart.

School was finally out, so I headed out with the shitheads to the big field behind the school, as we always did to hang out. I couldn't even call them my friends right now, I was just... purely disgusted.

With them, and myself for still wanting to go through with this.

It's amazing what greed can make you do.

I was completely in my own little world, thinking about the situation and ignoring the guys. I twirled my hair and I could hear them snicker and call me a girl but right now I couldn't care less. Because of my state, I was completely oblivious to everything and soon I found myself bumping into someone.

Fuck.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" I heard a feminine voice shriek. I blinked a couple of times before looking up, finding myself on the concrete. "I'm so, so, s-so, s-s-sorry! I-I didn't see you!"

The dipwads stopped and looked quite amused, and a girl with curly dark brown hair tied into a bun was currently fawning over me. She was cute though seemed very shy, with a birthmark on her nose, blue eyes hiding behind a pair of circular glasses, and also seemed younger than me- probably a sophomore. She let out her free hand, her other hand holding a couple of books and I could now see that she was actually really cute, very petite and dressed in a sweater and pleated skirt.

I rubbed my head and took her offer to help me up, giving her a smile. I looked towards the guys' direction and saw the gleam in Theo's eye. I knew that look... That fucking malicious look in her eye. I could see his lips starting to move, making out the words he was saying.

'Bullseye.'

"I-I-It's alright," I replied, feebly and staring straight into her eyes. "I'm sorry that I wasn't careful, either. It was probably my fault."

Chivalry, chivalry. That's how I got girls- I was polite to them and apparently I resembled the perfect knight and shining armor. It didn't help that she looked like an easy kill, someone who would fall in love easily...

Fucking shit.

I couldn't hurt a girl like this, especially someone like her. She was still young and probably, frankly, a nerd... I could make that out of her facial expression, the blush on her face almost tomato red.

"N-N-No... It probably was my fault, I'm s-s-sorry!" She squeaked and she looked down at her feet. I looked at my friends again, and this time it was Johnny who was mouthing something.

'You've got your first girl, man. Go in for the kill.'

Fuck fuck fuck.

"N-No, really, it's alright. Like I said, I wasn't looking where I was going," I gave her another warm smile, "But, anyway. It's nice that I bumped into a cute looking girl like you."

...That was such a lame line. I could hear suppressed snickering and mouthed a 'fuck you guys' to them. But as lame as I was, I think the line worked, because the girl was turning even redder and playing with her fingers, twirling her hair just like one of my habits.

"T-T-Thanks..." She whispered, "Y-Y-You're... Wait... Y-You're Archer Johansen, aren't you?"

Now Theo was laughing really hard, and I glared at him and told the guys to go on without me. They complied, but didn't stop their giggles. I guess I really was popular around the school. Even the lower-classmen knew about me.

"Yeah, yeah I am." I offered her another smile, although slightly meek. I never knew it was possible for someone to be this red... But, well, I swear she was almost fire engine red. It was cute, actually. "And who are you?"

"I-I-I'm B-B-Bethany... B-B-Bethany W-W-White.." She was positively stuttering now. "I-I-I'm still r-r-really sorry..."

"Quit apologizing, it's really not a big deal," I replied, "It's nice to meet you."

"N-N-Nice to meet y-y-you too..." Things were slightly awkward now, but then I decided to fuck it and swoop it. Might as well get her number or something so it'd be one less girl to try to find.

One less lonely girl... Wasn't that a Justin Bieber song? Wait, how did I know this?

I think I'm the one who needs to be shot...

"You know, I don't know many sophomores in the school. It'd be nice to get to know you. Do you have a cell phone?" Okay, fuck. That was pretty forward, but sometimes you needed to be like that. However, she was absolutely burning... It was way too cute.

"U-U-Uhm... Yeah! I do!" She seemed very enthusiastic, which was a plus and made things less complicated for me. She took it out from her pocket, and we exchanged numbers.

"So, I guess I'll text you later. You can text me any time you want." I gave her another smile and she looked away, still red, and we parted ways. I saw her running towards her friends, and they had their eyes fixated on me as well. I smiled at them and waved, and then started walking towards the field.

I headed towards my asshole friends, all lying on the ground like the bums they were, and they were wolf-whistling. I told them to shut up and grow up a little bit.

"One down, eh?" Sam said, giving me a thumbs up. I sighed.

My friends sucked.


(A/N: Chapter 2 posted, because of my friend. (COUGHTAYLORCOUGH). I should really be working on AP things but... well... I've had this typed up for a while. I think I might start typing up the next segment later today... and maybe work on my AP project but. Well, whatever. Uhh... Yeah, I suck. But... Review? Thanks. ;_;)