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Memory 1 || Racing for digits

"Then it's a bet. If I beat you in this race, you'll give me your number."

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While we were playing Shift 2, Red Chicken03 randomly asked for my phone number. This was a few months after we first met, which sounds like a lot but we only played a session maybe 2-3 times a month. Albeit those last hours but still. We already talked on Discord so I wasn't sure why he wanted my number and he didn't say why either. Although I liked him, I wasn't sure if I was comfortable with giving him my number. I'd heard enough stories, had enough warnings from my parents and enough common sense to be wary with people met on the internet. Not to mention that at this point, I didn't know his name or what he looked like.

I told him I was apprehensive about giving him my number, and he suggested that he race me for it. If he beats me, he gets my number if I win then he has to wait until I'm ready to give him my number. I mean he could just text me his number, but that would be a breach of trust and I didn't expect him to do that. These were his terms after all.

It was a short 3 lap race. At first Chicken pulled ahead and stayed in the lead all the way through to lap 3. That entire time he was taunting me and rubbing it in my face that he's going to win. Then I started to catch up in the final lap and in the last few seconds it looked like we were neck and neck, both of us hyping ourselves up. But at the last femtosecond he pulled ahead and won the race. I collapsed onto the table and buried my head in my arms, while hearing Chicken celebrate through my headset.

"Are you kidding me?! I was so close!" I wailed, dramatically throwing myself to one side of my chair- almost falling over.

"Haha, you really weren't Orchid! I had a lead for most of that race!" he boasted, "A deal's a deal, so give me my reward."

"Fine, fine," I said, defeated. Picking up my phone off the desk, I punched in the digits of my number to send to my internet friend...who was still celebrating his lucky victory, "I'm texting it to you now- so stop rubbing it in my face!"

"Right sorry," he said while laughing.

"You probably have such a shit eating grin on your face right now," I rolled my eyes at his antics. Of course he'd act like this.

"Damn."

"...What?"

"It's not often I hear you swear," he sounded amused.

I just scoffed as I finished typing and sent it saying, "There it's done."

"Great. You know..." he said with an edge of mischief, "We're both equally as good at this game. I think that you purposefully lost because you actually wanted to give me your number."

"Don't act all cocky just because you won," I pouted. To be honest, part of me wanted to give him my number, but the other wanted to be more cautious. Besides, I can get really competitive, and although I won't admit it to him, in the moment, I really wanted to win.

"You can't deny-"

Suddenly his voice was cut off. Confused, I waited a few moments to see if the connection had just gone funny, but when I checked the screen, I saw that he had muted himself. Growing anxious, I kept asking if he was okay or if something happened. After a few minutes of waiting, I heard on his end the sound of frantic shuffling, fabric rustling and...traffic? This was all shortly followed by his voice.

"Sorry, Orchid. We're gonna have to cut this session short. I have to go," he said. His voice sounded mostly like it always does, except it sounded breathy, like he was ready to rush somewhere.

"What?! Why? Is everything ok?" I worriedly asked.

"Everything's great. Know why?" 

"Why...?"