The sun blazed down on the asphalt of the schoolyard, and once again, Jason was at the center of it all just like always. The quarterback of the football team leaned casually against the bleachers, a drink in hand, jersey half hanging off his shoulders. His black hair fell messily into his face, and his brown eyes scanned everything and everyone like the world was his personal playground. Around him: his team, his boys, his stage.

"The bet's on, bro," Miles said with a wide grin as he dropped onto the bleacher next to Jason. "One month. You make her melt, get her into bed, and you get that steak dinner from me and a weekend with my Mustang."

Jason laughed, deep and smug. "Easy. She's already halfway in. Did you see the way she looked at me during practice today?"

"She doesn't even talk to you, man," Nate chimed in, spinning his football in his hands. "And I think she's got more brains than the last three girls combined."

"That's exactly why it's fun," Jason replied with a mocking smirk. "She thinks she's different. I'll show her how fast you fall when it gets hot enough."

Jason moved fast. Three days. That's all he needed. On the third day, he waited for her after class, leaning against her locker, saying nothing - no stupid line, no smirk. Just that look. Deep, direct. Challenging.

He held out a piece of paper to her. A date. A time. No question. No 'please.' Just a command, wrapped in charm. And her? She came.

The date was simple. Car. Music. A dark parking spot far from everything. Jason knew every move he had to make. His hand on her neck, his lips on hers firm, hungry, without hesitation. She let it happen. She wanted it. No doubt. No games it just happened.

Later. Back seat. Skin on skin. Her body beneath his, breathless, burning, seduced, until she felt nothing but him. No words. No questions. No way back.

And the next day? Nothing.

Jason walked by without a glance. No greeting. As if nothing had happened. As if he'd never held her hands, never tasted her lips. His boys hollered, clapped him on the shoulder. The bet was won.

But she came back. The next day. Walked straight up to him. Back straight. Eyes burning. And she stood right in front of him in front of him and his crew.

She didn't say a word. She had questions, but didn't ask them. Her eyes screamed loud enough. What was that? Why are you ignoring me? Who the hell are you really?

Jason looked at her. For a split second, something flickered in his eyes. Something no one was supposed to see. And then he shattered it.

He shrugged, leaned back, hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie, and said with a crooked grin loud, cold, right in front of his boys:

"What did you think, huh? That you were special? The one who'd change me? Babe, you were a bet. Not even because you're hot. Just because everyone said you were the 'untouchable' one."

A murmur rippled through the group. Jason stared at her, his voice harder now:

"I just wanted to see how easy you really were to get."