Jack's point of view
Everyone sat on my bed, staring at me in horror as I threw apart my closet trying to find something to wear. "Fucking help me, assholes."
"I don't think we want to," Chosen raised his eyebrow.
I sighed, sitting on the floor and putting my head in my hands. I felt a presence come up next to me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I knew immediately it was Wyatt.
"It's gonna be okay Jack! It's your birthday, why are you stressing so much?"
It bothered me how much effort Finn put into my party when I couldn't even get my life together long enough to choose something nice to wear. "I have to look good."
"It's a fucking pool party, clothes come off anyway. He's gonna be looking at your swim shorts more than anything," Talia pointed out.
My frustration slowly dissipated. "...right. I forgot. How long until we have to go?"
"Ten minutes."
My eyes widened, panic settling in the pit of my stomach again, coming and going in quick flashes. Wyatt held onto my shoulders and turned me to face him. "Listen, just wear..." he reached into my closet, pulling out a tight pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a plain gray sweatshirt. "This. There, you'll look perfect. Just have fun."
He kissed me on the forehead, sending me off to the bathroom. I smiled lightly at the thought of how much he cared about me and how much they all wanted me to be happy. I got dressed, not bothering to look at myself in the mirror. They hollered when I walked back into my room, "Whoooo! Sexy boy!"
I blushed and flipped them all off, grabbing the keys to my mom's car since she lent it to me. "Come on, let's go, losers. Plus Rey and Tal."
Reylynn slapped me on the back of the head and got in the passenger seat, like always. "You're a dick."
"You are what you eat."
"...Wait, who's dick have you sucked?"
Finn's point of view
I rushed around the backyard, laying out the drinks and food on the tables. I turned on the pool heater and adjusted the lights, stressing out more than I ever had about anything. Which made me even more stressed, because why do I care so much about someone who I'm just going to fuck and leave?
I straightened out my pale pink sweatshirt, running my hands through my hair to fix it up. I felt like a mom who had to get their five year old kid's birthday party together to show all the other moms she's the shit.
I am not the shit.
I sat down in one of my patio chairs. The sun was setting in the distance, making the sky a pretty mix of oranges and pinks and purples and blues. For some reason, it reminded me of Jack. I liked it.
My phone dinged twice from the table. I immediately smiled and picked it up, expecting messages from Jack.
Jack <3: on our way ❤️
Lucas: hey baby, wanna do something tonight? Come over to my house?
I almost gagged, removing the message from my notifications. I didn't want Jack's night to be ruined by him, and I wouldn't let it.
I waited, caught up in my own silence. My thoughts flooded my mind as I stared deep into the pool. I seriously considered the bet for a moment, and whether I should go through with it. But I remembered what Millie said: if you lose this bet, that's it. You'll never be able to make one again.
