Eric was my nemesis. The school bully who had laser focus on me as his target. As if highschool wasn't hard enough.

Even worse, he was quite possibly the one person that seemed to know me best.

All I wanted was to avoid Eric but he had a knack for showing up whenever I wanted to avoid him most.

Then we made that bet...

I believed that the only girl dirt biker in the contest, Tomboy, would win this year. But Eric thought otherwise...And he was willing to bet me a week of slavery on it.

We'll see who is obeying who by week's end...

The Bad Boy & The Tomboy  (New Link)

"I don't want to talk about our stupid bet." I went to step past him in the doorway but he leaned sideways to block my path. 


His arms crossed stubbornly over his chest. 


I tried to shove him aside to go the other way but Eric was as immovable as a boulder right now. 


"What?" I deflated. Shoulders slumping. 


"Let's discuss the terms and rules of this little arrangement." 


"It's not an arrangement." I rolled my eyes. Tossing my bangs back from my forehead. "It's a consequence for making a deal with the devil." 


"Ooh." He grinned. Dimples appearing to frame the corners of his mouth. "I like the sound of that." 


Letting him twist to step aside. Gesturing toward the living room. 


I eyed the stairs as we walked past them, considering bolting for them. I had apparently sent too lingering a glance there way. I jumped when I felt his lips brushing my ear to whisper to me. 


Coming to Terms