Was that a compliment he had just paid to her? Even if there was an insult underlying it, that was still a grudging sentiment. All it took was her being rude to him? Seriously? What kind of person was happy with another person being a jerk toward them?
“If one of us is queer, it isn’t me.” She replied in response to his saying she must be a lesbian. “I simply meant that jocks aren’t my type. They may have decent bodies, but an empty head isn’t exactly appealing.” She was being honest, but he would probably just mock her for wanting a guy with brains. At this point, she didn’t care as much. Jia Li was starting to harden against his insults, but it wasn’t to the point where she wouldn’t dwell on this conversation later.
Jia Li actually did want to vote. She felt that if she could vote, she wouldn’t feel as useless in this country as she did. All she could really do was go to protests and hope the humans had mercy. It was utter bullshit, and it pissed her off. Humans weren’t nearly as powerful as supernatural beings. If they could just get their heads out of their asses enough to actually band together, maybe the humans wouldn’t be able to kick them around as much as they did. Maybe segregation would end, and they could live peacefully together. The dryad really admired the Dean of Alden University for his efforts in trying to bring both sides together in a peaceful manner.
Then the bet was brought up, and she told him her qualms about the squirrel. He pulled out a metal flask and tossed it to her. She quickly transferred the glove to her left hand and caught the container with her other one. She weighed it in her hand, the bit of drink left in it sloshing around the insides. “I don’t know how much a squirrel weighs, but I’ll trust your judgment on this.” She tossed his glove back to him, moving the flask around in her hands. She even lightly tossed it vertically into the air, catching it again to get a minute idea about what it would be like to catch it when it was speeding to Earth after being thrown. Jia Li felt confident she could actually do this.
“I’d rather have my name than something boring and common. I’m sure yours must be awful. Maybe you’re a Rob or a Jake?” She didn’t mention her mother had wanted her to have that name, that her father had promised it to her before the woman had died. He probably still had both parents, and she was willing to bet that he had had a great family life. It was probably just his attention span that forced him to be so bored that he had to be a complete asshole in order to keep himself from boredom.
She was beginning to get the feeling that maybe he didn’t really want her to take the bet. Really, her stipulations weren’t that bad. However, she really wanted that apology, and she was beginning to get the feeling that if she followed him around nagging him for it, she’d be less likely to get it than if she just won this bet. Of course, that wouldn’t stop her from trying. At the very least, her annoying him would be payback for his running over her in the first place.
“Fine. If I win, you only have to pay half of what I paid for my text book, give me a sincere apology, and use my name. You can even just call me Jia like everyone else who’s too lazy to say something more than a two syllable name. However, if you win, I’ll make out with you without a shirt, but I still get to wear a bra.” She shrugged, still moving his flask from hand to hand.