Dove
"Let's make a bet," he stopped me in my tracks as we walked to our next class.
"This doesn't sound good," I smiled up to him.
"All my suggestions are good, people just don't understand my genuis. Anyway, we have an assignment due in two weeks. If you use my study method and get a good mark then you owe me something and if you don't get a good mark then I owe you something. How about that?"
"I'm not going to play around with my grades."
"The way you're studying contradicts that. Trust me Dove, come over this weekend and I'll show you how I do things," he held out his hand for me to shake which I stared at with extreme doubt.
"If I fail I'm going to kill you," I huffed but shook his hand deciding for once to listen to the boy who came from a billionaire family.
