Chapter 6. A bet to win the nerd's heart.

ASPHALT WARRIORS MOTORCYCLE CLUB.

President, (Mr Sam)

Vice president. (Adrian)

Enforcer. (Craig)

Sergeant at arms. (Jasper)

Secretary (Hilary)

Assistant secretary (Piper)

Treasurer. (Chase)

Assistant Treasurer. (Orland)

Road captain (Andrew)

And Other members………

Blaring music echoed in the lively clubhouse. The members of the Asphalt warriors MC were having the time of their life, celebrating their president's birthday in a grand style. In the center of the clubhouse was a massive cake on a table, and most of the members took turns taking a slice of cake. While some of them danced to the music, others chatted dirty and fondled themselves while lounging on the sofa..

Piper, a Blondie with numerous piercings and rings on her face, stood at a corner, making barbecues. Another table was set up on the opposite end of the clubhouse, and a bunch of people played beer Pong.

The robust disc jockey busied himself with playing several pieces of music, with his mouth moving as he chewed the cake he was given. A set of people held the mic, each of them rapping with the rhythm of the beat. They were on the stage and so many others cheered them on as they vibed and danced to their rap.

Some sat in twos, with their entire attention on the card games they were playing,

“Enjoy everyone!” Craig, the enforcer, exclaimed before taking a mouthful of barbecue.

The activities continued, and just then, Mr Sam, a bearded man with long blonde hair and tattoos on his face, grabbed a gun and cocked it. Even as he cocked it, no one could hear it because of the blaring music and the loud noise that filled the clubhouse.

Adrian smirked as he watched his boss keenly, knowing full well what he was about to do.

Mr Sam cocked the gun once again and aimed it at the ceiling before shooting not once, but twice. Everyone's attention was drawn to him immediately and there was this hush silence that lingered as the disc jockey turned off the music. Everywhere became silent, no murmurs, no raps, no chatters. All eyes were on the president, Mr Sam, who paced in front of them with his deep blue eyes flicking at each of their faces.

Every of the Asphalt warriors members was used to being silenced with a gun by their president, a no-nonsense and friendly man. That was his signature move. He was a man of few words, but his actions can be deadly and daring.

“I'm not here to ruin the party, I mean, my party, but I just want to remind us about the upcoming contest.”

He disclosed, slipping his fingers into his hair.

Piper, who was busy with the barbecues, rolled her eyes and lamented, “Oh, F**k! You reminded us about this before!”

Mr Sam glanced in her direction and cocked the gun before shooting the both sides of the wall where she stood. She clenched her lips in a mocking surrender.

“Now you shut that carven you call a mouth and f**g listen to what I have to say!” Mr Sam growled in a cold tone before shifting his gaze to the rest.

“Following the celebration and all, you guys should engage in a little bike race among yourself. You all need to wow me because I want to choose the best among the best today, even though I know you're all skilled at creating stunts.”

They all nodded, and he snapped his fingers before shifting his gaze to Collin, a new member.

“Hey champ.”

“Yes, Mr Sam..” Collin replied with a smile, but when he saw the rage on Mr Sam's face, his brow shot to the roof.

“You still haven't fixed your bike?”

“Urmm. The thing is…”

“---Have you gotten a new motorcycle gear?”

“Mr Sam.. I want—”

“---OUT!” Mr Sam yelled, his tone heavy like a stack of bricks as it resonated in the club.

Collin remained at a spot and protested, “You have to hear me—”

“--- Get the f**k out of here and fix that damn bike, jackass!” Mr Sam snapped with gritted teeth before aiming his gun at Collin’s forehead. Collin nodded curtly and raised his hands in a mocking surrender while the rest chortled silently.

When Mr Sam turned to face them, they pressed their lips tightly, pretending to keep serious faces. The sound of Collin’s feet dragging on the floor grabbed their attention again, and they couldn't help but burst into another fit of laughter.

Mr Sam got mad and shot the door twice with his gun, causing Collin to hasten his step.

“Next time, I'll aim for your butt whenever I see you drag those damn feet on the floor.”

Mr Sam blurted before turning to face his crew with raised brows.

“How the hell did he even join us?” He asked and laughter erupted from everyone, breaking the silence that had ensued a while ago.

“As I mentioned earlier, let's get ready for tonight's practice. I want to see perfection. No f**g flaws, okay? We don't want to slack in our training sessions and let the Wild Hogs win against us. Do we?”

“Never!!” the crew chorused with determination on their faces.

“Good! So y'all have fun for the next two hours. After that, we gather around here and start our training. I believe you guys have lectures on Monday, don't you?”

They all nodded while Hilary cut in, “Well, not for me.. I've never attended lectures and I don't think I will till we graduate from college,”

“Ohhh..” The rest hyped and cheered her with a loud roar.

“Well, I never influenced your decision, do know that. You made your choice, not me,” Mr Sam said hoarsely, while she winked at him seductively.

“As long as I'm in this club, I see no reason why I should sit in a lecture hall and listen to boring lectures from nerdy professors,”

She added while Mr Sam rolled his eyes before turning to face the others.

“Keep that in mind, everyone. Once it's four on the dot, I want everyone to be here. If you don't show up here at the exact time, I'm sorry, but you're disqualified from following us to the event. And if you keep being unserious and lackadaisical towards everything pertaining to this clubhouse, oh, but you're so going to get disqualified forever as well. And once you join the wild hogs, prepare to be our enemy. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir!” They all chorused while Mr. Sam fired the gun once more and motioned for them to carry on with the celebration.

The loud music spilled the clubhouse, and everyone proceeded to their various activities. Adrian leaned against the wall while Craig, his best friend, approached with two beer cups in his hand.

“Here, have one!” Craig mumbled, passing a beer cup to him.

“Thanks,” Adrian replied with a grin before taking a sip.

They sat at the entrance of the clubhouse to discuss a few things, but Adrian wasn't paying full attention since he got distracted with something else.

“What is it?” Craig asked and followed his gaze. It centers on a Blondie who was being bullied by three mean girls who appear to be from the Wild Hogs team.

Adrian clenched his fist because he hated how rude they were treating the victim. Not only were those girls sassy and rude, but they were also pretenders. He couldn't count the number of ladies who had been flirting with him from the wild hogs’ team. Even as they claim to be their rivals, the girls there are madly hitting on him.

Why won't they?

He is a moderately built and heavily inked lad with strikingly cool features, like a deity. He had chiseled jawline, flawless white skin, deep blue eyes and a nice crew cut, which suited his face perfectly. He was the epitome of perfection itself and one of the famous sexiest bikers in college.

Carl was his rival because they both have the same talent, good looks and a few similar qualities.

“I know it's Jade…” Carl growled amidst clenched teeth when he saw the faces of one of the bullies.. “That two-timing asshole! She almost got me laid a few weeks ago.”

“Really?” Craig asked with a raised brow and Adrian nodded in confirmation.

“She spiked my drink, and I pretended to be drunk because I knew she was up to something. That stupid whore used her fingers to push me into the bed after reserving a room for the two of us. I took hold of her hands and shoved her away from me before she could reach for my d**k in my pants.. You need to see how surprised she was! Bloody Bitch!” Adrian cussed, while Craig laughed.

“I thought she was Carl's girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend my foot. Those bitches are horny as ever. Do you think only one d**k can satisfy them?” Adrian scoffed, sinking his fingers into his blonde crew cut hair.

They both watched the lady who was bullied by those bitches with sympathy.

Those bitchy bullies weren't stopping anytime soon.

“Hey! Isn't it that nerdy girl? The one who kissed Carl at the club last night?” Craig hinted after studying Amanda’s features closely. He shifted his gaze to a shocked Adrian, whose eyes shone with curiosity.

Adrian sat still, eyes wide as he took in her appearance.

Craig smirked and nudged him a bit and he immediately turned to face him.

Craig winked and said, “You've always had an eye on her. You know she's beautiful but different from the kinds of girls you date. What do you say? Why don't you try to get close to her?”

A sly smile tugged at Adrian's lips, and his eyes went back to Amanda.

“She's not my type of girl. No doubt she's beautiful but…..”

“But what? You're scared she might snub you or never even fall for you?”

“Tttch! All girls fall for me…” Adrian boasted, crossing his arms.

“I doubt that..”

Adrian's brows furrowed at Craig's statement.

“Maybe not all girls. Maybe she is different.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah! Why don't we place a bet?”

“Whatchu mean, dude?!”

“I'll give you two months to make her fall madly in love with you.. you can ditch her afterwards..” Craig suggested with a wink.

Adrian rubbed his jaw with his fingers, a devilish smile embracing his lips.

“What do I get if I succeed in getting her attention?”

“Not just getting her attention, silly. Make her crazily in love with you… I want to see if someone like her will ever…you know,”

“Fine. I'm in. What do I get once I finally win her heart?”

“You'll get three thousand dollars from me, Adrian. I promise. I give you just two months to do this.”

“Make it four months.. you know I have to pretend to love her and pretend to have an interest in those boring stuff she does.” Adrian implored while Craig nodded in agreement.

“Okay… now why don't you start by saving her from those bitches? You can step in that way and get to know her better. Saving her will make her indebted to you and you can, you know.. Move further and do as you please.”

Craig winked while Adrian smirked before getting on his feet.

“You're a crazy bastard!” Adrian said before making his way to Amanda.