57 The Weekend 2 (2/2)

Noah looked at me. Then back at Dave. ”I bet he lasts the whole eight minutes. On Sunday you pay for The Cages.”

Dave's face twitched. ”For everyone? Or just you?”

”Just for me and Jake.” Noah winked at me. ”It's okay if you don't want to take the bet. You did lose last time. In fact, you still owe ten laps.”

”Fine. I'll bet he won't last four minutes. But you have to take the ten laps back AND pay for my cage play.”

”Sure.” Noah shrugged. He looked at Kyle. ”You want in?”

Kyle kept his phone focused on me, still recording. ”No way. This week without dessert has been the worst. Also, I feel like Jake has great odds. He's only shivering. Not crying aloud like you losers.”

”Bro, you didn't even last thirty seconds.” Dave shot back. He looked as I soaked in the ice bath. ”It's weird that he isn't even whimpering though. Maybe he really is a robot.”

”Dad told him this technique would make the pain go away. And Jake hates pain.” Noah gave me a thumbs up. ”He'll stick with it as long as he has to, to make the pain go away.”

I nodded.

”What?!” Dave glared at Noah. ”That basically means that you hustled me!”

Noah shrugged. ”Prove it.”

Their bickering went on the whole time as I shivered in the ice cold water. Finally, Kyle said it's been over eight minutes and I slowly stood up and stepped out of the tub.

Dave grumbled before stomping away. Noah tossed me a towel and I started to dry off.

Kyle stopped recording and started to watch the playback. ”This isn't as entertaining as ours. You sure did that like a pro. Have you really never done this before?”

I snorted. Who would ever do this multiple times? I better feel back to normal tomorrow or I'm going to be severely upset with Noah.