But the Parkson goalkeeper was lucky. He happened to be at the right place, at the right time. The keeper jumped up off the ground. His gloves clamped down eagerly on the ball.

Bentley's devastation was priceless. His face, previously so determined, was now filled with rage. There were practically sparks of fire shooting out of his eyes.

Could he really be that worried about losing the bet? Sara wondered. It was astonishing to see how emotional he was. A part of her had to wonder, though, if he was just really into his soccer game. His world didn't revolve around her. As much as she secretly wished it would.

"Tremendous effort by Bentley Prince," the announcer called through the loudspeaker. "Parkson's goalkeeper, Troy Evans, clears the ball. It's back with Red High's Scott Jones. Now Jones is cutting up the center field. He's running hard back towards the goal."

Sara sat in a nervous state of calm as her eyes followed the soccer player down the field.

She could practically see Bentley's mind already trying to anticipate his teammate's next move. He was looking all about the field, speedily calculating the best place to go to support the next play.

But instead of passing the ball, Scott Jones headed right for the goal.

The announcer sprang into action. "Jones goes for the shot! And...the ball ricochets off the goal post! It's a miss for Red High."

Sara held her breath. Bentley had darted past the defender who was trying to block him. Spinning his body around, he now had his back to the Parkson player and his chest towards the stands. With a dramatic flip backwards, he bicycle-kicked the soccer ball.

The ball sped like a blazing bullet into the topmost corner of the goal.

Parkson's goalkeeper almost had the ball, but he missed, falling down hard onto the ground.

"GOOOOAAAL!" the announcer yelled.

The crowd erupted into a thunderous roar.

Beside her, Pam and Erin were already on their feet, clapping excitedly.

Sara remained seated. She felt numb. Her eyes hovered over the timer on the far side of the field.

Two minutes remained in the half. It was still possible for Parkson to score. But since they were already a man down, the likelihood that they'd be able to score a goal in that small window of time was slim.

The boy with the beautiful name had won his bet. And his face said it all.

He pranced around the field, waving his muscular arms up and down in the air. His teammates were all over him, thumping his back happily and rubbing his head with their hands.

The crowd was cheering and stomping their feet. They began to chant.

"Bent-ley Prince! Bent-ley Prince! Bent-ley Prince!"

As the game resumed play, the time on the clock raced by. Soon, the buzzer sounded.

The crowd whistled and shouted. Everyone was overjoyed by the soccer team's victory.

The soccer players shook hands with Parkson, and then jogged over to the bleachers to acknowledge the crowd.

Sara didn't even try to hide herself.

As the rock music blasted the team's winning song over the loudspeakers, Bentley's eyes found Sara in the stands.

His face twisted into an evil smirk. But she also saw relief in his eyes. Now he knew she'd been at his game the entire time. And he was well aware she knew she'd lost the bet.