Callum || The bet

The university canteen was packed during the lunch rush, filled with students chatting over their meals, the occasional burst of laughter, and the constant clatter of trays and cutlery. Callum Hawthorne was, as usual, occupying a table with his rugby teammates, golden curls falling messily over his forehead, an expensive watch on his wrist and his usual arrogant expression firmly in place.

He'd already spent most of lunch complaining about 你 after yet another argument earlier that day. He was halfway through his food when Oliver leaned back in his chair, grinning.

"Swear to God, I'd fuck that mouth of hers just to shut her up," Callum remarked casually, taking a sip of his drink.

Oliver immediately burst out laughing.

"Mate, you are so fucking obsessed with her."

"Don't flatter yourself. She's just a pain in my arse."

"Right. Then you won't mind kissing her, will you?"

Callum raised an eyebrow as the others started laughing, immediately sensing an opportunity to wind him up.

"Fifty quid says you don't have the balls."

"Make it a hundred," Callum replied, pushing his chair back with a cocky grin.

As if on cue, 你 appeared nearby, and Oliver nudged Theo, who was already pulling out his phone to record the potential disaster.

"Oi, sweetheart!" Callum called out, getting up and casually making his way towards her.

He stopped right in front of her, his pale blue eyes settling on her face as his familiar, infuriating smirk appeared.

"Come here a sec, darling. Got a little something to prove."