I pulled up to Aaron's apartment complex after dark but stayed in my car for several minutes. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.' I thought. My phone buzzed, Aaron was texting me, "Did you find the Apartment ok?"
I snatched up the phone and punched the keys like they owed me money, "Yea I just don't know what number."
"13." His response was immediate.
I sighed and checked my hair in the rear view mirror one more time. I occupied myself with weather my hair looked better in front of or behind my ears. I'm blonde and pale as the moon, so there's not much in the way of contrast.
I decided on putting it behind my ears and knocked on his door. Aaron answered with a smirk, "You ready to lose?" I set my jaw and retorted, "You better have that thousand dollars ready." Aaron's living room was spartan in decor, with only a fold-out couch and bean-bag chair in the way of creature comforts. Deshawn and Anton were both on the couch watching the game.
My stomach lurched. 'What are they doing here?' I thought, 'What if I lose?' Aaron must have sensed my surprise, "New offer," He said, "Three-thousand dollars on the table. If you lose yo blow all of us." I started to retort, but then I thought about it. I could pay rent with a thousand but my shoes were getting pretty worn, and the car was only a bad turn away from needing repairs, and I haven't been to the movies in a long time...
"Fine." I said, "But only if he goes down in the first."
Aaron looked at Deshawn, who shrugged. Aaron bit the inside of his lip for a second before nodding to himself. "Yea, ok. That's fair."
I sat down between Anton and Deshawn and crossed my arms.
