Sore Loser

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"You still mad ?" Jay asked as he watched his wipe swipe left on her phone rather viciously her amber eyes only leaving her screen for a brief second before she went right back to giving him the silent treatment

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"You still mad ?" Jay asked as he watched his wipe swipe left on her phone rather viciously her amber eyes only leaving her screen for a brief second before she went right back to giving him the silent treatment. "So you're really gonna be in a pissy mood for the rest of the way home because your little team lost-"


"I told you I didn't care about scores . The only reason I went to the game was for-"



"Moral support " he finished for her laughing at the lie she was trying so hard to convince him and herself of .



He had heard stories about her being a sore loser from family and people close to her especially when she was a kid but he had no idea it was this bad .



If looks could kill Houston Rockets would all be six feet under and so would the guy she felt kept putting the camera in her face just to catch her looking mad , the ice in the soda she left sitting out the whole game that melted and "watered" down her drink , the top on the water bottle that wouldn't come off because of the slippery gloves she had on , the errant curl that she had to keep flicking back the whole night , the step down on the gym floor that she missed almost tripping her on their way out , the camera on her phone she swore wasn't acting right when he took several HUNDRED pictures of her for her Instagram just for her to not even post , and oh yeah .




The jet they were on for not flying home faster so she could go home and pout in private .




"Can you at least smile for the camera ?" He asked pointing his phone in her direction while she covered her face with one hand and flipped him off with the other looking for her blanket so she could cover her head and act like because she couldn't see him that he couldn't see her .



It was giving him very much toddler



"Come on Bey , I'm for real" he coaxed getting up so he could be closer to her . "No more games , I just want a picture of you in this outfit for my camera roll" he said tugging at the blanket she had pulled over her head .



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