The Bet

The Bet is a short story written years ago by some guy who is probably dead now. The story talks about these two guys who make a bet on which is worse being sent to death or being sent to live in prison for years or for life.

The only reason I'm talking about this is because I have made a bet with Will, not willingly but it is still a bet. You see, on Tuesday, I have to kiss Salad on the lips and then walk away. The walking away part does seem like something that I would do but kissing...

Well...that's not my thing.

I don't do that whole kissing thing or touchy-feely thing, and I have my reasons, I think they are pretty good reasons too. Of course those reasons are all secretive and I can't reveal them so it's not like I can explain to anybody why I don't like being kissed or touched. Sad, I know but totally true. Now if there were no consequences, I wouldn't do it, even though I really want to, but there are consequences. Like seriously, I have to kiss Salad or sleep with somebody. I'm sorry but what?

That's not my thing! Kissing Salad would be easier and faster and not terrible...but things are so awkward between us, I mean we haven't talked in so long and just when I was about to talk to him today, "Ralph" pushed me, so I had to push him back instead of saying anything to him. Of course now I think he thinks I'm stalking him...which wouldn't be too far off, since I sort of was today, but that is a completely different story I won't get into right now.

So the bet...it's such a bad idea but what can I do? Wren heard, Jen heard, Kate heard and they all have class with Salad and I when I have to do it. They will make sure I do it, even though Jen doesn't like me, and Kate despises the idea and Wren...well she's just Wren. Then I have to go down to my locker where Will is going to meet me to find out if I did it or not, if I didn't I must suffer the consequences.

So wish me luck, I'm going to need it.