Change for Me?

Rematch

“Yes,” I shout, fist pumping into the air, “that is another hundred points for me!”

“You obviously rigged this game!” Kolby says angrily, earning himself another ten points. Snickering underneath my breath at his childishness, I roll the ball again only earning forty points this time.

“How would I have rigged the game? If anything, you would have been able to rig the game, because you got here before I did,” I tell him, and even though I can tell that he is only teasing, I feel myself becoming offended. Hearing him grumble, I watch as he rolls another ball and gets thirty points.

“Congratulations,” watching as he gives me a confused look, “you have finally scored over ten points.”

“Whatever, Bitch,” he says in an overtly girly voice. Laughing, I gently throw the ball, only wanting to get a ten—so that Kolby can catch up.

“Oh darn it,” snapping my finger, I tried to act as though I had actually been aiming for a high score. Taking his turn, Kolby gets a hundred points and gives me a pointed stare telling me that he knew what I had just done. Finished with our game, I had ended up with a high score while Kolby was trailing extremely far behind me.

“Haha, Kolby got shown up by Ashlyn,” Kasper says disbelievingly, before whispering conspiratorially, “I hope you realize that she is the worst gamer in the history of the universe… Well, until now that is.”

 “What can I say, she is just much more superior compared to me,” he says seriously, although I can hear a hint of sarcasm lacing his tone; rolling my eyes, I look at him and give him a questioning look. Telling Kasper to go play another game, and giving him some tokens, I walk with Kolby over to the food court.

“You let me win, didn’t you?” I wonder; not actually needing to ask, because I already know that he had lost on purpose.

“How do you figure that?” he replies, avoiding my question by firing a question back in return.

“Because every time that I would roll gently, on purpose, to score a ten—you would get a hundred points! You did that consistently,” I say to him.

“That doesn’t prove anything,” he says, ordering a slice of pizza and biting into it.

“Doesn’t it though? Whenever I would try and allow you to catch up, you would score a hundred points; but every other time, you wouldn’t even try!” I can hear the whiny tone in my voice, so continuing in a calmer voice I say, “Wasn’t the point of you coming, to the arcade with Kasper and I, to see if you actually considered girls competition?”

“I do consider girls as competition,” he says defensively, “and I was trying to win.”

“I know that you were not trying to win; I just wish that you would be honest with me, and tell me if you actually tried or not,” holding my hand up, because I saw that he was about to say something, I continue, “if you tell me one more time, that you actually tried to win—I will believe you; but if you don’t want to tell me the truth… Than fine, lie to me; but I won’t trust you ever again if I find out that you lied to me.”

Watching as he contemplates his answer, I call Kasper over to eat; I order two slices of cheese pizza, for Kasper and myself.

“Why didn’t you get me pepperoni?” he asks, scowling down at his cheese pizza.

“Don’t complain; you know that I don’t ever order food with meat on it—even if I am not eating it,” I tell him, taking a bite out of my slice of pizza.

“You could have waited and let me order my own pizza,” he grumbles, taking an unhappy bite out of his pizza.

“That isn’t the point, though,” I tell him, hoping that Kolby doesn’t think that I am trying to impose a vegetarian lifestyle on my brother, “the point is… When I take you out, I would—never mind, I will go get you a different slice.”