“If I pass my final exam, you have to get that tattooed on your neck.” I should have seen that coming, but somehow, it still blindsided me. That’s what I get for running my mouth. “Okay.” I drum my fingers along the table. “But you have to make a ninety-five, and I also have to get something out of this if you don’t.” “Wait, no, you’re not going to set the rules. I’m the one who came up with the bet,” she argues, glowering at me. I shrug, indifferent about it. “Don’t care.” “God, you’re an ass.”
