"What do you mean?" Randy asked. There was a trace of fear in his voice.
"You have to leave the team. You have to forfeit the finals on Saturday. That was the bet, wasn't it?"
"No!" Randy exclaimed. If he had looked shocked before it was nothing compared to his expression now. He looked horror struck.
"You have to." Another voice piped in. "That was the bet."
"No, no you can't…..you can't make me." He stammered and backed up a few steps towards the exit door.
"Leave the team." A voice started. Before long, several voices had joined in. Soon, almost the whole cafe was chanting "leave the team" at Randy just as they had chanted "leave the school" at James a few minutes ago.
Randy looked sweaty and pale. He looked around, dumbfounded. Even some of his usual group of friends had joined in chanting at him. He backed up a few more steps, turned and ran out of the cafe. A huge cheer erupted from the chanting crowd.
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James was the sudden hero on campus. Everyone wanted to talk to him, wanted him to join their table. It was as though he had just won an election. A large group of people followed him all around. Some of these people, to James ultimate surprise, were Randy's usual group of friends who had even joined in mocking James earlier.
It was not until he had won the bet did James realize how far the word of his bet with Randy had gone. Virtually all of the students and even some staff of the school knew. Apparently, Randy had taken it upon himself to spread the news of the bet as far as he could, humiliating James, calling him a loser and making insulting memes with his face. It had backfired on him though after James won the bet. Randy was now the subject of ridicule and memes all around the school.
James had finally managed to extricate himself from the horde of people following him around as they had to go to class. He couldn't yet go to class, he was still suspended.
He was riding his shinning, new sports car down the road. In the space of a day, the impact of a million dollars was already impressed on him. His clothing had changed, from a shabby t-shirt and faded jeans to the latest designers. His fingers were studded with diamond rings, there was an expensive gold watch on his wrist and a gold chain hung from his neck. He had even changed his phone.
He had not forgotten the other aspect of his bet with Randy; Selena. He was riding to an expensive restaurant in town to meet with her. She had texted him immediately she heard of what had happened and they had decided to go on a date.
James maneuvered the car into the parking lot of the restaurant. He got down from the car and looked around for Selena. He finally sighted her waving at him and smiling. She was wearing a red dress and she looked stunning.
Man, some day this was, James thought happily as Selena walked towards him, her curves visible through her tight dress. The rate at which bad things had happened to him the past few days was the same rate good things also came to him. He could have easily called this the best day of his life.
"Hi James." Selena beamed at him as she reached him.
"Hey." James said to her, also smiling. "You look…..wow you look….."
"I know." She said, still smiling at him and kissed him on the cheek. "Shall we?"
It was as though they had never broken up, as though she had never cheated on him. They walked into the restaurant together, holding hands as a normal couple would. They settled down and a waiter took their orders.
"So.." James said as the waiter put his food in front of him. "How have you been, Selena?"
"I've been good, been missing you of course." She said, still smiling at him.
James knew that that was a lie, that Selena never really missed him. She had only decided to meet him for a date because he now had money but he still felt a pleasant, fluttery feeling in his stomach all the same as she said that.
"You missed me?" James asked. "What about Randy?"
Selena's smile faded off a little.
"Oh………..him." She said, stirring her juice with her straw. "He was nothing to me. There was nothing serious between us. I felt extremely sorry and sad when we had to break up. I missed you." She said.
That was another lie, an obvious one but still her words made James feel happier than he had in months.
The door to the restaurant opened again and James noticed a hooded man with sunshades walk in. He settled on a table but shooed away the waiter who tried to take his order. Even with his face all covered up, he looked strangely familiar to James.
"James? Babe?" Selena said and James tore his eyes from the hooded man.
"Huh?" He said, distracted. "Did you say something?"
"No. You were just staring……" she turned around. "What were you looking at?"
"It's……. it's nothing." James said.
There was silence for some minutes as they both sipped their drinks. James was trying to muster up the courage to tell her the reason he had arranged this date for them, that he wanted them to come back together.
"Selena." He said after mustering up all the courage he could. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything, James." She said.
"Would…….would you like to be girlfriend again?" James asked, his heart beating a little fast.
Selena smiled at him. She moved her face a little closer to his.
"Why don't I show you, rather than tell you." She pouted.
She stood up from her chair. James also stood up. She threw her hands around his neck.
"I am guess that is a yes." James said, smiling.
"Of course James it is." She whispered.
"I would love to be your girlfriend again."
Her face got closer to his and their lips touched, sending waves of excitement down James' body. The passion mounted and Selena was kissing him stronger than she had ever done before. He felt elated, he had one hand on her waist and the other in her sweet smelling brown hair. It went on and on until….
"Thirty six hours to go, Jackson." A voice suddenly whispered in his ear.
James and Selena broke apart. It was so abrupt that Selena staggered a little on her high heels. James almost fell but just managed to grab the table for support.
"What?! What happened?" Selena asked, sounding irked.
James didn't answer. Who had whispered in his ear? He looked around fearfully. It didn't seem like anyone around. They were all seated, dinning, occupied in a world of their own. Who had done it then? He suddenly sighted a man walking away from their table and towards the exit door. It was the same man with a hood and sunglasses who had walked in earlier, who had looked so much familiar to James. He was the one who had whispered in his ear.
James slipped back to his chair weakly, Selena was staring at him, her expression was a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.
Thirty six more hours to go, Jackson, the strange man had whispered in his ear. Thirty six more hours. James knew exactly what that message meant.
Thirty-six hours…….. thirty-six hours to go. James knew what that meant. In all the excitement of his overnight wealth, he had forgotten a crucial detail in the dream he had had that night a few days ago. The opportunity system in the dream had told him he had three days to spend the money or he would face dire consequences. Half of those three days were gone and he wasn't even halfway spending all the money."Well?" A voice snapped at him and he looked up. Selena was still standing, her hands folded and her face frowned. He had almost forgotten she was there. He had gotten so carried away with his thoughts. "Aren't you going to say something?" She asked angrily. "Are you just going to sit there, gaping at me like a moron?" James mumbled something inaudible and cleared his throat."What was that? Why did you stop suddenly?" Selena persisted.James opened his mouth to reply but couldn't get any words out of it. The words were stuck in his throat. He closed his mouth again and divert
James gulped down the rest of the whisky. He could feel the drink burning back some warmth into him, ridding him of some of the cold and numbness he felt inside.He wanted to talk with someone. He looked at Scott who was scrolling on his phone. He had an urge to tell this stranger about his woes, the challenges he had in spending all the money judiciously and on time. Was that wise? He didn't know. He decided to throw all caution to the wind. "I've got 250 thousand dollars," James said with a little of a hiccup."Huh?" Scott said, looking up from his phone."I said I've got 250 thousand dollars in my bank account, Scott..""Oh." Scott said, looking amused and a little confused. "Well, I've got 700 thousand dollars in my bank account Mr…..""James, just call me James," James said, finishing his sentence for him."Mr James." Scott finished."Well, I need to spe…..sorry, to invest all that money very quickly. If I don't, things could get bad for me." James said in a hurry.He wasn't sur
“Thir…. thirty million?” James stuttered. “Thirty million dollars?”“Yes. Thirty million dollars.” The opportunity system replied.“And I don't need to ……. spend it all in three days or anything?” James asked.“No. It is yours to spend as you wish.”James stared at the opportunity system and then looked at the floor. Thirty million dollars! That was probably more than all the money he had ever received in his lifetime combined. If he got that amount of money he would never be poor again. He could move his mother from the old slum of a house she was living in. He could give his brother all the help he needed in his business. He would have all the cars and houses he had ever wanted but never had. He would be rich. “What job do you need me to do?” James asked. His voice was surprisingly calm and clear. His fear had evaporated, replaced by a grim determination.The opportunity system brought out something from within his cloak and threw it to the ground.“Pick it up,” he said. James sto
“Excuse me please.” A voice said, jolting him out of his reverie. He looked up and saw that he was causing a little hold-up at the entrance.“Sorry.” He said and stepped aside for them to pass.He perused the picture again. He had to be sure it was truly R.J. Black and not some random person. He looked at the man again and back at the picture. He was convinced. It was him. Excitedly, all thought of working out now nonexistent in his head, James ran towards his car just as R.J. Black entered the jeep and drove out of the parking lot. James started his car and followed the jeep.James followed the jeep through town for several minutes. He made sure to keep a discreet distance so as not to cause suspicion.The jeep finally stopped in front of a bungalow at the very edge of town. James parked his car in a distance. He didn't know whether to get out of the car and try to sneak towards the house. Before he could decide, R.J black was walking back outside again, this time, he was flanked by
James stood up quietly, “please don't kill me” James fearfully voiced out, it was more of a whisper, he shrieked in fear and obeyed them. He was not ready to lose his life, at least not yet.Who are these people, and what do they want from him? He thought and looked for a way to engage them. That should be the wisest thing for now.“Follow us like a little puppy nigga” one of the men said and pushed him aggressively from behind. “Please I… I will give you anything you want, just spare me” James shakenly. James started hoping to get a reply from them so he could engage them further.They ignored him, James was sweating profusely. His life has not known peace since he met the opportunity system. Now he is left alone to face this mess. “Please I can…” “Enough!!” One of the men shouted at James. James shrieked. “Do you know what we want from you?” The man continued. They led him into a black SUV car and zoomed off. “We don't want much from you, Just Thirty million Dollars” another man
James' heart raced at a 50 km/hr rate. "Not again," he exclaimed aloud, uncertain whether he should feel happy or sad. Did someone just go back in time? Fear gripped James; he didn't want to be attacked again."Well, aren't we having a rollercoaster of emotions today?” a voice behind him remarked. He abruptly turned, his hand clenched into a fist in an attempt to defend himself."Whoa, easy dude, you don't want to beat me up, do you?" the voice said. James stood there, seething with anger. "Please, leave me alone; I've not been happy since I met you. What do you want from me?""C'mon, you can't be serious now. I've made you thirty million dollars richer. That's why I'm called the opportunity system.""Well, if I had a dollar for every time you gave me a heart attack, we'd be even.” James hummed."Do you know I was almost killed because of your thirty million dollars?" James barked. "You've caused me more harm than good.”"Who are you really?" James said, his tone laced with confusion.
James now settled down in a restaurant. Although he wanted to hear what the Opportunity System, Jasper or whatever he called himself, had to say but, he was famished. His stomach growled at each second he waited for the waiter to bring his order.His order of assorted desserts adorned with edible gold leaf, along with chocolate truffles, macarons, and a gold-flecked cheesecake arrived. "It's payment on delivery," the waiter rudely said to him.James could sense that she didn't believe he could afford that expensive meal. James was getting impatient and irate. His stomach growled further. "How much is my bill?" James asked impatiently.“Fifteen thousand dollars, sire,” she said nonchalantly and stretched the payment device for him to input his PIN. "Edible gold, huh? I hope it comes with a money-back guarantee."James said as he smiled at her after he input his pin. His smile welcomed the surprise written all over her face. “Welcome to the Royal Bliss Suite,” she said apologetically. I
James sat, wondering how full of surprises Jasper was. Richard Sterling was probably the richest man in Los Angeles.How come he had a child no one was aware of? Now he says he needs his help. James entered the room he had earlier booked.Royal Bliss Suite was one of the luxurious suites in Los Angeles. James's room is on the 18th floor of the building. It's the highest subscription for their platinum membership.“You have great taste, hmm,” Jasper acknowledged as he looked around admirably."Well, since we're into ghost meetings, I ought to have picked the right place.”James nodded in satisfaction. He loves how his life is playing out."Ghost meetings deserve a classy backdrop, don't you think? Now, about the help I need…” Jasper said“Yes, tell me, how do I help you?” James asked, facing Jasper, who was seated comfortably.“I was part of a cartel called Frostbite Mafia; I was the second in command, and we were the greatest, strongest gang and the number one dealers of drugs in Mexi