Brandon makes his move

Trying to organize my thoughts, I was interrupted by Brandon.

"Your friend seemed like a nice girl," he opened. "Prime member of the repressed sluts club though."

"Fuck off!" I snapped back. "You met her only for a few seconds, you know shit about her!"

"You'd be amazed at how accurate a first impression can be. Especially if you have instincts like mine."

"I'm getting a bit tired of that unfounded self-confidence of yours."

"How about we put it to the test then?" he smirked at me. "I bet you that with my coaching, my friend Andrew can screw her within a month."

I vaguely remembered Andrew as one of Brandon's dime-a-dozen frat buddies. The idea that he could get with Jessica was absolutely preposterous! Even if she didn't already have a boyfriend, she wouldn't give a guy like that even a minute of attention! Whatever Brandon thought he had seen in her, this bet was an absolutely surefire win for me.