Golden Melody

Chapter 1.4

Zatariel Wov

His pov

I glanced back at Little Red Riding Hood.

Weirdly, the wolf seemed to make more sense to me now.
Finishing the story, I closed the book and returned it to the shelf, shaking my head.

I needed to find the golden girl.
I had to talk to her.

"Now what?" I muttered, my eyes still glued to Miexha's retreating figure.
She was headed towards the Music room.

I was about to follow, my heart already doing a little dance in my chest, when Jayson Dom, my giant tech-obsessed friend, suddenly grabbed my arm and dragged me towards our classroom.

"What's wrong with this giant tech nerd?"
I grumbled, letting him pull me along.
"Grabbing me all of a sudden... and now he's talking about his computer at home."

Jayson, tall and tan, with piercing blue eyes, looked like he was in his twenties, even though he was only fourteen.

People mistook him for a mute because he rarely spoke, preferring to communicate through a series of frantic gestures and pointed fingers.
He was obsessed with computers, his entire world revolving around circuits, code, and the latest tech gadgets.

He was the only one who could tolerate my constant barrage of questions, my endless stream of sarcasm.

"He's got a new rig,"
I thought, rolling my eyes.
"A beast of a machine, he's been bragging about it for weeks."

"It's got the latest Enormous Core i7 processor, 16GB of RAM, a powerful graphics card, and a massive 1TB hard drive.
It's a beast!
I'm always tinkering with it, reformatting it, tweaking the code, pushing it to its limits.
I'm even thinking of overclocking the processor and installing a custom cooling system.
It's going to be cool!"

He couldn't contain his enthusiasm.
He didn't even stammer or missed words.

He loved computers more than anything.
He could spend hours on the end building, fixing, and upgrading them.
He was a walking encyclopedia of computer knowledge, a master of the technological realm.
He could build a computer from scratch, fix any problem, and answer any question.

"You have to see it, Zat," he said, his voice practically vibrating with excitement.
"You'll be blown away."

"Come to think of it," I mused

"Hey, Jay," I said, trying to sound casual.
"You know, my laptop has been acting up lately.
Maybe you could take a look at it?"

Jayson, his eyes gleaming with excitement, nodded.
He pointed at his laptop, then at mine, then back at his laptop, his fingers tapping a frantic rhythm on his desk.

"He's saying he can fix it," I thought, a smile spreading across my face.
"He's got the latest version of Call of Duty, Modern Warfare 3.
He's been bragging about the graphics, the gameplay, and the online multiplayer."

I am a gamer at heart, a lover of the virtual world.
I spent hours playing Video games, my fingers flying across the keyboard, my adrenaline pumping, my competitive spirit ignited.

"Maybe I could get him to let me play it," I thought, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "Maybe I could even beat him."

Jayson, with his obsession with computers, his endless stream of technical jargon, his fervent desire to push the boundaries of technology, was a constant source of amusement.
He was a walking tech-savvy geek.
And I, for all my sarcasm and cynicism, couldn't help but feel proud.

"Alright, Jay," I said, my voice laced with a hint of playful teasing.
"Let's go to your place.
I'll bring you some snacks.
And maybe, just maybe, you'll let me play your new Call of Duty."

Jayson, his face beaming with excitement, nodded.
He grabbed his backpack, stuffed with his computer manuals, laptop and his latest tech gadgets, and headed out the door.

"Wait" he said, turning back to me, his eyes wide with excitement.
"I need to show you something. My amazing new rig!
It's got a quad-core processor, 16GB of RAM, and a top-of-the-line graphics card.
It's a beast! You have to see it!"

I chuckled, shaking my head.
"Alright, alright, I'll see your beastly rig.
But you better let me play Call of Duty after."

He grinned, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Deal!" He turned and ran towards the door, his backpack bouncing against his back.

I followed him, my heart already doing a little dance in my chest.
I had a feeling this was going to be a good day.