This follows on from the two previous stories but can be read as a separate story.
As my time at North Carolina was drawing to a close, I was focusing on my exams and I had Craig as my casual sex outlet, but I was still enjoying teasing Ollie around the house.
One day, we were having a conversation in our communal kitchen area. As always, Ollie tried to impose his superiority over me with his knowledge of politics - both British and American.
I snapped at Ollie, "You're not even that bright. You went to posh schools that your parents paid for and had to have extra tutors to help you pass your exams. You'd have been in the bottom sets if you'd been forced to go to my school without Mummy and Daddy's money to help you."
I immediately regretted saying it because I knew he wouldn't take it without further comment. There would inevitably be a follow-up and sniping from him.
And here it came:
"That's an interesting theory." he replied.
I didn't respond. I wanted the conversation to end.
"We should put a little wager on that theory of yours," he continued, "we can put it to the test and the winner gets a prize."
"Ok, whatever," I retorted.
"You're in then."
Not wanting to back down having come so far, I snapped, "Yes!"
"Are you sure, no shying away from the bet now Charlotte?"
"Tell me what it is then?"
"We sit exams here at North Carolina but in different subjects. But we'll both get a final score for the year as a percentage."
"And?"
"I bet you that I get a higher overall percentage score in Politics than you do in Biology."
"Ok, you're on," I replied, thinking nothing of it, an easy challenge. I knew I had worked a lot harder than he had this year and his bravado and superiority wouldn't actually translate to a higher score than me.
"Excellent," said Ollie, clasping his hands together in triumph.
"I wouldn't be getting so excited if I was you, you know I study harder than you."
"So, you're definitely taking this bet on?"
"Of course, I'm confident on this one."
"Shake on it?"
We shook hands to agree the bet.
I thought that was the end of the conversation.
Ollie piped up again, "$1,000."
"I can't afford $1,000 Ollie, my parents aren't part of the aristocracy. They don't have servants."
"But I thought you were super confident that you would win?"
"I am," I said as I thought I'd got myself into a bit of a situation here that I was struggling to back out of it, "but $1,000 Ollie, come on, I can't give you that much money."
"You don't have to then. Give me a blowjob if you lose. If you win, I give you $1,000. Cash."
"That's disgusting," I said, "I couldn't even imagine it," as I made a motion with my little finger barely poking inside my mouth before making a 'sick' motion.