Just something that I wrote

........ "Curiosity killed the cat, you know"
"Good thing I'm not a cat."
"It's just a saying"
"I know."
We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I was wondering what I should tell him, and he, was waiting for me to answer, but nothing would come. Finally, he spoke.
"How about a competition?"
I raised my eyebrows, "What sort of competition?"
He smirks, " If I win, then you tell me who David is..."
"And if you win?"
This time he full out grins, "If you win, then I'll give you a kiss!" I snort, and he winks at me, "Don't pretend that you haven't thought about my hand pressed against the small of your back, my other hand lightly brushing your cheek-"
I can't help but laugh, it's so far from the truth, (the fact that I had thought about us, but it was more like, I wonder how long it would take for me to take him out, if I closed my eyes, and wore earplugs?) , "yeah, whatever!" Was all I said though.
He keeps talking, "My lips brushing against yours, and my eyelashes brushing your cheek."
Now I'm really laughing hard, "Stop it! That is absolutely, not true!"
"And at night," he continues, "you kiss the picture of me, that you have hanging on your wall.... every night!"
I shake my head, "oh no, I am not that kind of girl!"
He raises his eyebrows, "yeah, maybe your right.... your not the kind to hang a picture of me on your wall.... it's probably under your pillow instead!"
I snort, "conceded much?" 
He laughs now. Well, what do you want if you win?"
I think about this for a moment, then decide on an answer, "you have to give me your football jacket."
His laughing stops short, "What? My jacket? When you said that the jackets were the best part of the game, I thought that you were joking!"
I shook my head, "Nope! So do we have a deal, or not?"
he smiles, and takes my outstretched hand, I can feel the calluses on his palms, the firmness of his grasp, wait! What am I thinking? I shake hands with him, trying to make sense of the thought that just shoved it's way into my head.
"So," he says, "how do I win?"
I smile, "well, since you seem to be so fond of your jacket, prove that you really want it. Win your game on Friday, and keep it forever!"
"And maybe then I'll win, and find out who this mystery boy is."
I stop smiling, I had forgotten about my part of the deal. But there was no way that I could go back now.... "yeah, maybe you will."
"Well, we will just have to wait and see, won't we." He says,leaning back in his chair, and relaxing.
"Yes, I suppose we will," I answer.