Chapter 4 | Neverland

It was the last class of the day, and I made up my mind about Scott's little bet. And I accept, only because I like a little challenge. And heck, it's college! Might as well have a little fun while I'm still young. Next year, I'll be 20 years old, and if I had a choice, I'd be stuck in Neverland and pulling pranks on Captain Hook. But, as of now, the only Neverland I've got, is this bet. So, if I was an egotistic badass, where would I be? Not in Neverland, definitely not in classroom, maybe banging someone right now...

"You know what. I'm not gonna try to think like a badass. And right now I want food." I whisper courageously to myself.

     I grab my bike and head to the cafeteria with different varieties of foods sectioned in specific places. Like a food court. As I placed my order, I sit back down on the seat near the window and look at my recipe. I only have limited amount of money, and I need to use it wisely. Maybe I should get a job.

     "Allison? Allison?" An employee with dark raven hair says. I quickly stand up and appear to the girl holding my food and drink.

     "That would be me." I say giving her a small smile. "Thanks..." I look at her name tag to formally thank her, "Kira. That's a pretty name."

      "Awhh thanks." Kira hands me my food and head back behind the counter. My place the plastic box on the table next to my drink and thought, "I will eat you, and I will like you." Voicing as Liam Neeson from Taken.

      I was about to take a bite until I heard a familiar voice.

     "Well, look at little Miss Argent. You enjoying that sandwich?" Scott says as he sits on the seat across from me, smirking.

     "I was until a psychopathic stalker came and sat right in front of me."

     "You know, I'm getting the vibe that you kinda hate me." He says as he leans back with his arms cross.

     "Oh honey, no. I don't hate you. I'm just not entirely excited of your existence."

     "You know," he comes closer, pulls my arm, and takes a bite from my sandwich, "Rumor has it that if you hate someone, you actually like them."

     "Who told you that? Oh was it Hitler? Because he really hated the Jews and looked at how that turned out."

     "Hey. That is very offensive to many people. It's too early to be joking like that. Anyways, have you thought about our little bet?"

     "Yeah. Actually I did."

     He waits for my answer but all I do is eat my sandwich. "Well..."

      "Oh. Okay I'll do it. But only if there's some rules and conditions."

      "Okay. Let's hear it." To my surprise, I didn't think he would be open on listening to what I have to say.

     "Well, we will do this bet for up to 2 months. And since there's no such thing as a 'perfect match' we'll just call the deal off once either one of us admits we fell in love. Loser is the person who falls in love. If you lose, you leave me alone. If I lose, I get to be your personal assistant. If we both lose... that's never gonna happen because I'm gonna win."