Chapter 4: Climax
“Sarah, this is your last chance! Forty points?” Jason looked at me, eyes full of challenge and victory as we sat in the wooden lecture hall. Mr. Smith was writing some long-winded mathematical formula on the board, his back facing us as he scribbled away in chalk.
The polished wood under my hands were cool while the radiated warmth from the afternoon sun drenched us seated nearest to the sliding glass doors.
My legs crossed, jittery, betraying my racing heart. I sighed and squeezed my thighs together. It had become an involuntary habit since I’d witnessed Jason stripping down to his boxers in the parking lot after losing the previous bet.
Jason raised an eyebrow at me, his eyes darting between the board and my body. I knew I couldn't resist the challenge; I had never backed down from one in my life.