[COMPLETED]❞𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.❞
Meeting someone as arrogant as Thea wasn't a possibility until she met Benny.
And there was no figuring out Benny Watts.
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Disclaimer: Unstan Jolene for a sec because she's being questionable in the real queens gambit book
Song of the chapter: Reverie by Claude Debussy
𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡
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• The home Thea so dearly cherished did not only belong to her but to someone else who loved the city almost as much as her, maybe more.
Benny Watts usually didn't like leaving his basement of a home, but he decided after days of being cooped up, playing chess until he passed out, he could use some fresh air. Even if it was the dead of night.
Shrugging on Theas old worn jacket, he chuckled to himself at the thought of her getting angry at him for still having it. In his defense- it was quite the comfortable clothing item.
He didn't have much an opinion on Thea, besides the fact that she was extremely stubborn- as stubborn and as arrogant as himself.
He was always confused why she didn't tell him her last name, or if she even had one at all, but she became very defensive when he last brought it up. He felt a little bad that she had got caught up in his encounter with Beltik at the hotel, but technically it was her fault that she was even down there in the first place.
She was decently attractive though, and he couldn't deny it as much as he wanted to, and he loved to piss her off. He would never tell her though, that she was sort of pretty, not like he would ever see her again.
Thinking about her just made him annoyed, so he shoved the idea into the back of his head.
He whistled his way onto the street, walking towards the local park, only a block away from his house. He liked that it usually didn't inhabit many people. Lighting a cigarette, he puffed out smoke, feeling a lot calmer with each puff. The embers of his cigarette were the only source of light he had, but he didn't care. He knew the streets like the back of his hand. He took off his cowboy hat, and ran his fingers through his blond hair, ruffling it up.
