Part 6 - A Betting Man.

The Bell rang, and I dashed out of maths as fast as possible, and given that I was at the back of the class (i.e. closest to the door), I was back down to the quad in time to ;lay the smack down’ on these bloody year nines who thought they could nick our bloody chairs. I can’t emphasise this enough, that we’d earned these rough wooden seats through years of patient waiting. There was no way in hell we were giving them up to a bunch of whipper snappers who thought that getting out of class early would earn them the right to sit in a real chair.

Of course, when HSC exams were being sat, these chairs were still owned by Year Twelves, but for this week, there were none around. Normally we would be playing handball, but these kids kept us at our posts, ever vigilant.

‘So dude, you going to nikki’s or what?’, I asked Jase, already knowing the answer. One has to promote a party in a certain way.
‘dude, hell yeah. You gonna be able to score us some booze?’, Jase replied. He hadn’t been able to work his parents the way I had mine. This beautiful speech six months ago had ensured my dad would buy me the alcohol I needed, and I could never remember the details. Something about sampling flavours, and if they didn’t buy me it, they’d never know what I was drinking.
‘fo sho. Whatcha reckon you’ll be wantin?’ I might emphasise at this point that this was an elite school. We got here on academic merit. Both me and Jase were in 3 unit English, and Jase was in 4u. I’d only dropped out of 4 unit because I was doing 3 unit Modern History. We were both capable of a higher level of communication.

This was just more fun.

‘like, whatever dude. Vodka cool?’ Jase said.
‘pfft. As if you can afford it.’ There were only a few of us with part time jobs, and those jobs were at Maccas. Jase was one of those without.
‘I’m good for it. Anyways, what about the bet?’

Oh yeah, the bet. Neither would ever win it, if anyone else found out about it. One of those appalling ideas one would get from one of those crappy ‘coming of age’ movies spewing out of Hollywood, except none of those movies had come out in recent years. We really had come up with it on our own, though that was nothing to be proud of.

Article 1: neither party shall submit the details of the bet to any third party (I’m out $5 for writing this right now).
Article 2: on an upsliding scale, payments will be made in $5 increments for success with the opposite sex according to the standard Bases, as laid out in the Gosford Conventions of 1997.
Article 3: Each claim shall be verifiable, and desirable.

Ahh, I owe him a party’s worth of drinking, anyways.