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noticed Alex was now standing on the court. Taking a drink, Donnie set the bottle down and joined Alex. "Let's do this."
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    Forty-five minutes later, the score was tied: twenty to twenty. Donnie had the ball. He was one point away, one easy shot, from getting the one thing he wanted--a date with Teghan. Yet, he hesitated taking the shot. Winning would get him Teghan. But at what cost? Sweating, panting, and fighting dehydration, Donnie knew it was time. One way or the other, it had to end. He was, after all, the one who'd made the wager and he'd live with the results. Donnie dribbled, side stepped Alex and ran down the court. Alex was behind him. Seconds later, Alex was in front of him, reaching, trying to swat the ball out of Donnie's hand. Donnie stopped, raised the ball slightly above his head and Alex jumped, knocking the ball free. Shit! If Alex made the last shot, he'd win. Donnie chased him, but it was too late. The ball was in the air one second and the next it was swishing through the netted hoop. "Fuck!" Donnie shouted. He'd just managed to lose his only chance with Teghan.
    Alex doubled over and vomited on the court. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stood up straight. "Good game," he groaned.
    "You alright, man?"
    Alex shook his head as he bent over and threw up again.
    "Come on." Donnie put his arm around Alex's waist and helped him stand up. "Let's get you home."
    "Dude, I'm hungry."
    Donnie laughed. "Food is the last thing you need. You need sleep. And maybe some coffee."
    "I don't like coffee," Alex said with a chuckle.
    "Okay, no coffee. But you need to sleep this off." Donnie urged Alex to walk. Alex took a few unsteady steps before he stepped on Donnie's shoelace causing Donnie to trip and fall forward. Alex went down with him. They lay on the ground, laughing uncontrollably for a few moments.
    "Hey!"
    Donnie shielded his eyes from the flashlight pointed at him. "Oh shit. I think it's the campus police," he said. He didn't know for sure because his vision was already blurred thanks to the excessive amount of alcohol he drank and because of the douche bag blinding him with the light. Whether it was the campus police or not, he wasn't planning on sticking around long enough to find out.
    "Run," Alex said. Donnie was right behind him. They both tripped a few times, but no one ever caught up to them, so Donnie had to assume that whoever just yelled at them wasn't campus police. That was good news. They reached the dorm and collapsed into their room. Alex flopped down on his bed. "I drank too much," he mumbled into his pillow.
    Donnie laughed and sat down on his bed. He gripped the edge of his mattress as a severe case of vertigo washed over him. "Me too."
    "I won," Alex whispered before he passed out.
    Donnie sighed. He was pretty sure Alex wasn't going to remember much of this come morning. What the hell had he been thinking? Using Teghan as a bargaining chip? Kicking off his sneakers, he laid down on the bed. Folding his hands behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling and blew out a ragged breath. There was no way he could go out with Teghan knowing that Alex, his friend, his roommate, had won the bet. Could he? It violated every guy code in the book. Didn't it? It was simple. He'd lost. And now he didn't have a pass on the bros before hoes rule. Donnie closed his eyes. Maybe things would be clearer in the morning.

Chapter Four
    Donnie sat slack-jawed as Alex slowed, pulled into the circular driveway and stopped in front of the garage. Holy crap, this place is a mansion. A white concrete walkway lined by glowing solar powered lights led from the driveway to the front door. Elaborate terra cotta flower boxes zigzagged along the length of the house and brick pillars supported the portico that jutted from the second floor of the house. He continued to stare in awe as he and Alex got out of the car and went to the front door. Even the door was impressive. Burmese teak with a gold-trimmed oval stained