—;Are you coming to the bowling alley tomorrow? —Mason asks as he puts one of his books in the locker— Liam and I met there at 8.

—I can not.

—Oh, come on. It won't be fun without you, ”my friend complains as we head to the next class.

—Sorry. I have something to do.

—On a Friday at 8?
—Yes.

—Do you have an date?& —He says, smiling mischievously at me, but I don't answer him— Oh God!! —He speaks again, this time almost screaming— You have a date with Brett.

—It's not a date.

Mason stops and looks at me raising one of his eyebrows.

—What?

—You have denied that it is a date, but not that it is with Brett, so it is with him that you are meeting —he points out with a smile.

«Mia you're an idiot —I reproach myself mentally»

—It's because of the bet —I confess regretfully— So stop looking at me like that, there is nothing between Brett and me.

—And? Are you going to tell me once and for all what he asked you for?

Mason had been trying for two weeks to figure out what Brett asked me to do. Of course, I haven't told him anything, I know him and I know that as soon as he does he will tell Liam. Mason likes gossip too much, he can't keep quiet and keep such a secret. But I'd rather tell him once and for all before he begins to draw his own erroneous conclusions.

—I have to go see the lacrosse games he has this month. That is all. As you can see, it is not about anything perverted or romantic, so you can forget about this whole thing.

—Wow —he says, smiling— he's smarter than I thought.

—What do you mean?

—Nothing —he laughs as we enter class.