Fics like a bet for your heart

"You see that?" "yea," Erling breathed, and he absolutely did see that. He'd been seeing that for months now, catching glimpses of Jude across campus, in the library, at the campus coffee shop where Jude always ordered the same thing; green tea. Erling had maybe (definitely) developed what could only be described as a massive fucking crush, not that he'd admit it to anyone. "No one," Martin said, drawing out the words like he was making a dramatic announcement, "has ever bagged Bellingham. Not once. The guy's basically allergic to giving anyone below his iq level a chance. But you" he jabbed a finger into Erling's chest, "—If anyone could do it, it's you." Erling's alcohol-drawned brain was already latching onto the challenge before Martin even finished. "So what is the bet exactly?" "One month. You get Bellingham to go out with you, really go out with you like proper dating and I'll give you a thousand bucks." It was the most idiotic idea he's ever heard come out of Martin's mouth (and that's saying a lot), so like any sane person; Erling should just say no and move on with his life– "Deal."

Fics like a bet for your heart

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