10 ??The Kings? Pfft?? (2/2)

1st month of Grade 10: Meant for Zayn

Bet: Set your Dad's house on fire (and the one next to it)

Time: One week

Prize: 5 grand

Status: Won

6th month of Grade 10: Meant for Zeeshan

Bet: Get your girl to fall for you. Then, dump her after.

Time: Till before prom

Prize: Anything you want (At this point, I'll start selling my body organs if only to get you out of your misery)

Status: Lost

1st month of Grade 11: Meant for Zayn

Bet: Private ATM

Time: One month

Prize: Anas's Bugatti

Status: I always win

Hah! Private, my foot.

As if I'd let him win this time.

”Hey,” I looked back at Hoor who stood as stiff as a stick. ”What's wrong?”

She drew in a shaky breath. ”Nothing. I was just . . . Ugh! To hell with it. I can't lie, anyway.”

”You can tell me anything,” I gave her an encouraging smile.

She nodded, turning her gaze to the bet-board. ”You read the bets, right?” She asked and I confirmed with a bob of my head. ”Well . . . the fourth one was related to me.”

”The fourth one . . .? Wait, you mean you were the girl Zeeshan had to . . . Oh wow. These guys really are jerks.”

She snorted. ”Yeah, tell me about it.”

Silence fell. I wasn't sure whether it was okay to pry into something that private and so I didn't ask anything more.

After a minute of eyeing the bet-board, I faced Hoor. ”I don't know what I'm supposed to do. If it were up to me, I'd just ignore them and their stupid ways and hope to get done with this year without any troubles.”

Hoor stared at me, an introspective look in her eyes. ”You know what? I think I have a plan.”