twenty-one-year-old, Ivone (ee-von) Flowers, is a hard-working college senior with plans to not only graduate but move out from her parent's home as her journey of adulthood begins.
but one day, as she was walking to her next class, she spotted some...
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WE LOST. And i'm not mad at it. To make a long story short, we in fact got our ass whooped just like Peter predicted. I was extraordinarily terrified and impressed at how fierce they were. They had improved significantly since we last played them. They were already super good but they were more connected.
After Peter and I discovered our connection, I recognized many of the faces on the other side of the net, i just never learned any of their names. Throughout the evening we got to see them play out their rotations more up close, and tried to map out our plan of attack. But being on the courts and trying putting our ideas to work completely tossed out any hope of winning against them.
It was a total blowout.
After the game had finished and the final winnings were divided up, my team won 2nd place with a cash price of $100 that went toward any equipment we needed or events we intended to host. As the club treasurer, I was thrilled until I looked over at Peter and was reminded of our bet.
His head snapped in my direction from a cross the gym and a smug smile took over his face. He stoped what he was doing, and flexed his arms at me. Mockingly, I copied him before sticking my tongue out him. He placed his right hand over his heart and pouted.
He's so silly, I thought.
We bantered so naturally it felt like we had been friends for a millennium. Maybe it was because we were around each other for a while before officially acknowledging each other's presence that we ended up clicking so well. Either way, I wasn't complaining but I also was trying to not think too deeply about it.
Soon, I found myself walking over to Peter with the goal to fulfill my obligations of our bet. His back was turned away from me as he was deep in his packing his belongs up. He had thrown on a pair of gray sweatpants and sweatshirt with a pair of slides. He looked very comfortable. I nearly mimicked his get up, only that i was in all black.
"Where do you want to eat?" I spoke loudly startling him.
His body jumped and a 'fuck' escaped his lips. He turned to face me with a horrified but relieved expression and his hand over his chest.
"Oh, it's you," He said in a fake accusatory tone. It caused me to burst out laughing at how easily scared he was. I needed to do that again for research purposes.
"The guys are wanting to go for korean barbecue. You think your team would want to join us?" He offered.
Luckily, I got paid so I had the budget for barbecue. Not to mention that there are a host of 24 hour barbecue spots that have relatively cheaper menus. I shrugged my shoulders and stated I could text the group and find out.
Seconds after asking, the group chat lit up and everyone was not only excited to go out for post game celebration but also chatting about how hungry they were. I too was starving.
