—It's just a game, Liam —Mason reminds our friend, who woke up today more worried and nervous than usual.
—I wouldn't be so sure —we hear him say from behind us.
Liam, Mason, and I turn to find that it's Brett.
—It's rude to listen to other people's conversations —I tell him.
Liam gives Brett a hateful look, but he listens to me and heads for the locker room.
—Remember: I bet on you! —I yell at Liam, who's not very far yet. He turns and smiles at Mason and me.
—Seriously? —Says Brett, who is still here, in a mocking tone— What do you bet on your team?
Brett has misinterpreted it, because he hadn't meant it literally. "I bet on you" is Liam, Mason and I's way of wishing each other luck and letting us know that we trust each other and that we are there for whatever the other needs. But I trust Liam and the rest of the team, so I don't mind literally betting on them.
—Whatever —I answer decisively.
—Yes —I say, and his smile widens.
—Well, if your team wins, you can ask me for anything, anything." If mine wins, I'll be the one who can ask you anything.
—This looks really kinky —Mason says with a laugh.
—That's because you have a very dirty mind —Brett replies with a laugh.
—Okay —I say seriously— We can ask anything of the other, as long as it is nothing perverted or illegal.
Brett and I shake hands, as if that is how our deal, our bet, was signed.
After just over an hour the match ends with the score at 2-3. Brett's team has won. I have lost the bet.
I can see out of the corner of my eye that Mason is laughing, what a friend I have.
—I can't wait to know what he's going to ask you to do —Mason comments genuinely enthusiastic as we descend from the bleachers.
—What do you think it will be? —He insists.
—I do not know.
During the game I thought about what I could ask Brett, something like going to his institute for a week disguised as something shameful and shameful, or something like that. But I have not stopped to think about what he could ask of me.
—You can't tell Liam —I warn him— Not Liam or anyone.
—Why not? —He grunts like a little boy.
—Because if you tell someone about the bet, I won't tell you what Brett asked me to do.
—Okay, my lips are sealed —he is quick to say.
Mason and I wait outside the locker room door for Liam to come out, then leave together, but Brett shows up down the hall before my friend.
—I think you owe me something ...
I walk over to Brett with resignation and pull him up a few feet away from Manson, making sure he doesn't hear us. If he finds out what Brett is asking me now, nothing will stop him from telling Liam right now.
—And? —I ask with some impatience, expecting the worst— Do you already know what you want?
—I guess you're not going to take a date with me.
—You suppose fine—I answer bluntly even though he surely wasn't being serious, as he was saying it with a mocking smile.
—This month there is a kind of friendly mini-league, I want you to come to the games that are played.
—That is all? —I ask really incredulous, I was expecting something worse. God, even I had something worse in mind for him.
—If that is all.
—Agree. I'll find out when they are and I'll be there.
—Great —Brett says, grinning, which makes me think he's up to something— See you soon then —he adds before leaving.
—What did he ask of you? —Mason asks as soon as I get to him.
—I'm not going to tell you. —Mason looks at me like I've just betrayed him, causing me to laugh out loud— not yet.
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