Savannah, because you’ve always liked her sunny disposition

“It’s got to be one of the Zeta girls,” Val says.

“Uh… not quite,” you answer.

“Oh, so one of the Theta girls then,” Mars says, glancing over at their spot in the stands.

“Of course it’s one of them,” Val laughs. “So. Name. Tell me.”

“Savannah,” you say, pointing at the brunette girl chatting with Tatiana. She tells a joke and tosses her hair back with a wide smile, drawing a rare smile from the Russian girl.

“She’s cute,” Val says approvingly.

“You mean gorgeous,” Mars corrects her, and Val laughs in agreement.

“That just means we better come up with something good then,” Val says.

You and Mars pull up to the sorority sisters. Tatiana and Savannah are exchanging some kind of gossip about the basketball team, rumors about the Zeta girls planning to hook up with the starters, but Tatiana halts their conversation as you draw close.

“Alex, Mars, what brings the two of you here?” she asks, giving the two of you a suspicious look. “You’re supposed to be out in the stadium, cheering for the home team.”

“Mars made a bet with me,” you say. “But only Savannah can settle it.”

The Southern belle perks up, curious as to what you have to say.

“What can she do that I can’t?” Tatiana grumbles. She shoots you a cold look, and you and Mars involuntarily take a step back.

“I’m sure they just want to know something about me,” Savannah smiles. “They’d know to go to their RA for anything important.”

She looks over to you expectantly, and you take a deep breath, hoping for the best.

“Well, Mars bet me fifty bucks that I wouldn't be able to make out with the hottest girl here,” you say to Savannah. “So, want to split the money?”

“Oh, gosh,” Savannah says, laughing a bit at your words. But it’s not a cruel sound, just a friendly, surprised kind of laugh. “Yes, I mean, I’m not the hottest girl here, but that sounds fun!”

“Come on, you can’t be serious,” Tatiana mutters, only for her voice to be drowned out by a series of ooos and aaaahs that erupt from the crowd around you. It’s not because of what Tatiana’s said. Your eyes flick to the jumbotron hanging above the stadium. It’s the kiss cam, zooming in on you and Savannah.

It takes her a split second to realize what’s happened, and then the brunette is all over you, her pink glossy lips mashing up against yours. She kisses you with an enthusiasm that carries through her whole body, from the way she tiptoes to press her lips that much more into you, to the way her hair falls wide around her shoulders, framing her sun-kissed skin perfectly. Not that you know how she looks in the moment, because your eyes are closed like any sane person’s would be. But when you return to this clip posted on social media later, you’ll see the way the two of you embrace each other, lips locked tight, the passion and spark between you evident to anyone with a functional pair of eyes.

You’re the first to break away a couple long seconds after the cameras cut away. Savannah tosses her hair back and smiles at Mars, saying: “So, what’d you think? Alex won the bet, right?”

“Yeah, guess he did,” Mars says, sounding less than fully enthused. She starts to dig into her wallet for some cash, but Savannah shakes her head.

“Just give it all to Alex,” she says. “I’m happy to see it all go to him.”

“You’re too kind,” you tell Savannah. “But I insist. Take the twenty-five.”

Mars reaches for her wallet again questioningly, and Savannah laughs.

“Alright, alright, I’m not going to say no to free money,” she says.

The game closes out with Stonewall trouncing Schmarvard with a twenty point lead. You cheer with Mars and Val as the team does a victory lap around the court, and then the three of you head back out to the tailgate after-party to celebrate and get sloshed on cheap beer.

“I’d call tonight a success,” Mars says, raising her bottle in a toast.

“A roaring success,” Val nods, raising her own bottle. “All thanks to me going to the control room and getting that cameraman onto Alex.”

“You girls did great,” you laugh, raising your own bottle. “I can’t believe I got to make out with Savannah in front of the whole school!”

The three of you match bottles and you down the rest of your drink, closing the night in good company.

Savannah +25
Tatiana -10
Mars +10
Valentine +10