I have always found rage-quitting a match to be childish and distasteful. I've also always trained myself to not tilt that much when my teammates get into a mood to troll. Now that I've done both, I know I'm not going to be playing for at least a week.
There is nothing really to do during the summer break. Except for going down to the local bar which is nowadays pretty empty and scrolling through my phone. Which is exactly what I decide to do.
Of course, I don't expect the tables to be almost filled up by my college mates, especially the ones I've always kept a distance from.
There is a group of friends that I have always been drawn to but too shy to make any contact with. Last year also they stayed back during summer break and just spent the summer together doing nothing with each other.
The only problem in that group is Aahil. My dreaded nightmares on legs.
His entire group is seated at the far end of the bar. They aren't unwelcoming, but they like to be left alone and not be bothered usually. There are seven to eight of the most popular students in college but they are all nice people.
Of course, as soon as I enter, many of the eyes turn to me and a lot of things happen at once. The girls on the table look at Aahil and start making eyes. The guys grin widely. And Aahil tilts his glass of beer back and keeps his eyes as far away from me as possible, jaw clenched.
If anything, he looks inconvenienced by my presence. Which just makes my chest hurt every time. But I'm used to it now.
I move to a bar stool and greet the bartender, my roommate. Jonathan wasn't a fan of Aahil's group, except for a girl among them. The short girl with caramel skin and beautiful hair - Anya. He's had a thing for her for a long time, but he just sleeps around with other girls to pass his time.
"Glad to see you're having a great day." He gives me a silver smile. I like Jonathan. He had once told me that if I get too lonely at night I can always go into his room and he will give me whatever I ask for. He was drunk, but he was serious.
But he knew I would never come. Still his door stays unlocked every night.
His eyes shift behind me and his face hardens.
"What is it?" I ask.
He turns his back to me to get my drink, speaking under his breath. "See for yourself."
I only turn back for one second but I see enough. More than enough. Anya is sitting in Aahil's lap, and there is a small smile pulling on his mouth, heavily engaged in some conversation.
Maybe I should go into Jonathan's room tonight.
The door of the bar opens again, bringing a burst of icy wind in. I look back in irritation to see three boys entering and quickly turn back, chest thundering. Jonathan's concerned eyes dance around my face but I don't have the guts to say a word.
They settle in a booth right behind me.
"What is he doing here." I bite out, unable to feel my face.
"I don't know." Jonathan says, eyes fixed behind me. The restriction order against him expired this year. He can be around me, he can live wherever he wants.
I'm frozen in my seat until I hear his laugh, making me flinch. My skin feels white-hot. The scar he gave me on the side of my neck burns.
"I need to get out of here." I breathe. "I need to-"
"You," I hear his voice and something inside me dies. He comes beside me and peers into my face. "It's you."
I jump out of my stool, stumbling back.
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Midnight (One Shots)
General Fiction"Are you going to kill me?" Chase's expression sobers up, and he draws back to regard me. "Why would I kill you, Ivana?" A shock of horror goes through me. "So you're going to sell me. To who? How much did they pay you?" He watches me for a second...
