Big Game Bet

Today was the night of the big game against our rivals at Tech and I was on top of the world. I'm the star quarterback of our championship team and I was dating the head cheerleader Raquel.

Once we beat Tech, we'd be heading back to the conference championships and then the NCAA tournament. Once we win that, I was guaranteed to be a first round draft pick.

"Already counting that NFL money, aren't you?" A familiar, irritating voice brought me out of my daydream and back to reality. I was standing in the parking lot of the stadium with Raquel having just gotten off our bus. Next to us, getting out of a black Mustang, was Tyrone, the quarterback for Tech. He was a tall, bald black guy with an arrogant swagger. I put an arm around Raquel out of instinct.

"You best believe it. All I have to do is beat your sorry ass!"

"Keep looking past me and you won't see me coming when we take you out."

"Dream on. We always beat you and always will."

"Not tonight. Tonight, we're hungry for that championship. We knock you off and there's no one else out there that can stop us!"

"Oh really now? If you're so confident, then how about you put your money where your mouth is?"

"You wanna bet? How about a grand?"

"Nah, if we're gonna bet, then let's go for some real stakes. When we win, I get that car of yours." Tyrone was always flashing around that car. How he could afford something like that was anyone's guess.

"Oooooh, going for the throat! Okay, fine. But when we win, I want something worth as much. Definitely not the piece of shit car you drive. Hmmm." Then, he suddenly had a devilish grin. "When we win, I get your girlfriend for the weekend."

"What?!" Raquel said in shock.

"So today and tomorrow. You get her back Monday. And she has to do anything I want."

"There's no way in--"

"Deal!" I said putting my hand out. Tyrone shook my hand.

"Bet."

"What the hell, John?" Raquel asked angrily.

"Don't worry, babe. I won't lose to him."

It was the 4th Quarter with less than a minute left on the clock. We were only up by a point with this game being far closer than I expected. All I had to do was run out the clock but I wanted to really rub this in Tyrone's face so I wanted another touchdown. I called for the hike and ran with the ball, the goal in sight. I couldn't wait to drive that Mustang! Tyrone was going to be so pissed when I--

Suddenly, I was blindsided and hit so hard the ball flew out of my hands. Someone on the other team caught it and ran like Hell! "TOUCHDOWN!"

I laid in the dirt stunned. We lost. We lost and it was my fault. I bet my girlfriend and lost and it was my fault.

After the game, I was about to get on the bus when I heard, "Not so fast, homie. Time to pay up!"

"Look man, we got a little carried away. I can't actually make her go through with this." Just then, Raquel walked up. "Hey babe, let's...go?" I tried to put my arm around her but she dodged it and walked to Tyrone. "Raquel?"

"You had the nerve to bet ME on a fucking football game!" she said as she looked at me angrily. "And then, you fucked up and lost when you had the game won! So, a bet's a bet." Tyrone put an arm around her just like I had earlier but then blatantly grabbed one of her boobs. "I'll see you Monday." With that, they walked off in the direction of his car.