Bow Down To Your King

Chapter 5

POV JULIA

I didn't want to ask for help, but after googling the All-Saints game for three hours in my dorm room, I'd given up hope of finding information on my own.

"Show me," I said, shoving my laptop onto Katie's messy bed. We had been at school for less than a week and her side of the room already looked like a glitter bomb went off.

She looked up from polishing her nails, "What?"

We had been sitting in silence since she got back from dinner, not that I minded.

Talking usually just got me into trouble anyway.

"The game," I sighed, "I can't find anything about it online."

"About All-Saints?"

No, the other sex game. "Yes, that one." My back ached from being hunched over, scrolling through list after list of Google results. All I could come up with were the stats for the Saints football team.

Katie smiled, as if she was expecting my desperation, "You could ask nicely."

I could.

She stared at me, waiting for me to cave. I was exhausted, sore, and not fond of having a target on my back when I didn't even know what I was up against.

Eventually, I groaned, "Can you please show me where to find the All-Saints game?"

Katie giggled, then nodded, satisfied with my response. She grabbed my laptop. "It's not on any public forum if that's what you're thinking. It's like some private server that the computer nerds built at the dawn of the internet."

Sure.

She sighed and then started typing. "Here," she flipped the screen to me, "You need a passcode to get in."

The dark green webpage had one grey box in the center, prompting me to log in.

I frowned. What the fuck? "Where do I get the passcode?"

She shrugged, "It just shows up. One day it's in your locker, taped to your door, oh, someone slipped me a note once."

Why is everything so difficult here?

Apparently, I said that last thought out loud.

"You're not missing anything," she said, shaking her nail polish bottle, "just don't sleep with or flirt with any guy or girl for the next three months and you'll be fine."

Three months?

I know, I know, that should be simple, right? Except I didn't like being told what to do.

Now I can't trust anyone.

"What counts as points?"

Katie pursed her lips, then said, "Any form of oral kissing, nudes, dates, which usually leads to other points."

"And the players just get away with it?"

She nodded, and threw her legs over the side of the bed, "Everybody's either too scared to blow the lid off this thing, or they're one of the girls that volunteer."

"Volunteer?" Like the Hunger Games?

"Some girls are easy points. They basically help anyone become king as long as they get to be part of the royal court the following year."

"Jesus."

"Yeah, those girls that sit around Zeke at lunch aren't sticking around for the cologne assault."