A/N: Warning, very rushed! In more ways than one!

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I held the flowers in my hand behind my back. It made me ponder about my life - specifically my horrible decisions. My fucking ego pulls my IQ back to zero, why do I make and propose bets in the first place? I could feel the eyes of the other students burning through my body with curiosity, but I couldn't blame them.

I was holding some roses behind my back with a heavy blush that matched the colors of the roses. My eyes were darting around the room, glaring at the other students. If they weren't looking at others, they would be looking at the floor.

Not only was I holding roses behind my back, I was walking towards someone. It was obvious who, was it not?

I disgusted all this attention. If it wasn't for Oswald, that mother-fucking rabbit, I wouldn't have been here. Walking towards her. With Roses.

I mentally facepalmed and thought back to why I was doing this.

"W-what?! You mother fucker, don't go yelling that fake shit around like that!" I yelled, glaring daggers at Oswald's smirk. "What? It's the truth! You just don't have the guts to ask her out! Coward!"

He mocked as Felix made this teasing, cooing noise. "Cuphead's got a crush, huh? If you like her so much I can help you confess!" Felix said, teaming up with Oswald to mock me. "I don't have a fucking crush, Oswald's jumping to conclusions!" I said, embarrassed and flustered.

I didn't bother hiding it. I couldn't.

"Jumping to conclusions, huh? So you've been dropping hints?" Felix said teasingly, moving his eyebrows up and down. "You dipshits!" I said, "I don't like (Y/N)!"

I may or may not have said that a little too loudly.

Everyone turned to face me, including the teacher. "Cuphead, Felix, Oswald. I appreciate you discussing romance and the school's prom event, but perhaps now is not the time." He said.

The students all around me giggled, and at this point, I knew I fucked up. I had to scream my point, I just had to. "Great, now (Y/N)'ll know in no time." I muttered to myself, grunting under my breath.

"Yeah, she'll know you're a chicken to confess," Oswald said. "What, that you're a piece of shit? I think she already knows that!" I said, heart clenching in embarrassment.

"Chicken!" He mocked.

"Stop!" I yelled, but quietly.

"Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!" He continued.

"Don't you fucking dare say chicken one more tim-"

"Chicken!" He yelled.

I slammed my hand on top of his, squishing it beneath mine. "Stop!" I said, glaring into his very soul. "Bet you 500$ that you won't ask her out."

My eyes widened in surprise, dollar signs replacing my pupils before I shook them back to normal with common sense. "Your manipulation won't work on me! As if you'd bet 500$ just so I'd ask (Y/N) out!" I said.

"Sure, whatever you want, Cup; You get free food, free money, free drinks, free party, and most importantly - a free date!" Oswald said.

If he was trying to manipulate me, it sure was working.

"Unless you fancy those bitchy, snobby stuck up sluts, of course.

"I don't." I stated blandly. That was something I wouldn't even consider.

Though, asking out (Y/N) and getting paid for it seems like such a steal.

I hesitated before greed blinded my eyes. "F-fine... Deal."

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(A/N: who gets the reference?)

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I had just made a deal with the bunny devil. But I couldn't go back on my bet now.

I wasn't a coward. A chicken, no I wasn't! I'm not afraid of rejection! Not afraid of love!

...I should stop lying to myself.

The fear of rejection was affecting me. The fear of being known as a coward who couldn't confess was affecting me. First guilt now fear. Fan-fucking-tastic. Slowing my steps, I eventually spotted the girl I wanted to ask.

There she was, standing next to her locker. Casually looking at her phone, too. I neared her, and the students started taking out their phones and recording. They were gossiping at the same time, my proposal would be all over Instagram and I knew it.

"H-Hey (Y/N)." I said, glaring at someone's shoes as if it was Oswald's smirking and cocky face.

"Oh, hey Cuphead. You look like a tomato, you know if you were sick you shouldn't have gone to school. Did you get sick just now or something?" She asked blindly.

I ignored her gaze on my face, with that red rosy hue covering my features. "I have to ask you something." I said, finally looking at her straight in the eye. They looked so confused and curious - so cute.

I didn't even give a fuck that I was using that word anymore. What Oswald said was true. I did have a thing for her. I just didn't know why it was so sudden.

"Well? Are you going to ask me or what?" She asked. People inhaled a big breath of impatience, probably waiting for me to spill it. So did I, no going back now.

I couldn't run away, people already had their phones out - waiting that moment. My proposal to (Y/N).

"(Y/N), will you l-light up my night and go to prom with me?"