A Unique Crossover

Chapter97: A loose cannon

"Oh, YEAH!!!" Cameron shot up from the couch with the controller in his hand. He was doing his stupid victory dance for the ninetieth time.

He brought this Xbox that a friend from college is lending it to him. Since yesterday, he has been playing games, making Haylie and I play against him. Playing games like the Sims, Fifa, Street Racing, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Sega Superstars Tennis.

This afternoon, my cousin was too busy talking to agents, and whoever managed her model career. So, I had to play another game of Fifa for the eighteenth time. And for the eighth time, I've lost a round.

'No surprise there.' Ivan's voice scoffed sarcastically in my ear. Making me even more irritated than I already was over the stupid lost. 'You lose a video game against a non soccer player. That says a lot of you.'

Sitting back down, grining with such pride, "Looks like you're losing your touch, Jenna."

Usually, I would win Fifa with my eyes closed against Cameron or whoever easily. But ever since yesterday when Ivan got inside of my head, I've completely lost my grave. Suddenly, my love and fire for soccer had been snuffed out.

I've been trying to get it back alive again, and most importantly, get this damn unwanted worm out of my ear. My inner voice has been having a screaming competition against him. She used everything to kick him out, but it seems the more she screams and the longer he stays. Unwelcome pest.

Instead of coming up with a comeback or starting another game. I just took the empty glass bottles and cans of soda and headed to the kitchen, "Are you so sad that you want to clean, Jenny?"

Whenever Cameron beats me at a game, he calls me 'Jenny'. Knowing how much I dislike being called that. Yet today, the name just jumped off the unphased state that I was in.

Ever since yesterday, I haven't been much myself. After practice, I just came back to the penthouse. Stayed in my room, reading through two textbooks and novels. I did some push-ups and pull-ups and danced on whatever playlists started playing.

Doing anything to get the unwanted voice out of my head. But it seemed like Ivan's voice would be stuck in the back of my head until it left me bare from my confidence.

And because of all the crap it has been filling my head, I couldn't be around the team. When it was breakfast, I didn't sit at their table. Even when Ryan and Timmy called me over, I didn't go to them. Rather, I sat at an empty table with my earpods, staring out of the window.

Afterward, when it was Thunderdogs' match against Arion. It was a match that was very entertaining with no disappointments. Both teams put their best during the first half. Even though Arion lost the game at the end.

Arion had seven, and Thunderdogs had eight. One damn goal away from entering a penalty shootout.

And every time Ivan or Android scored, they would do celebrations where they would wave that small horse shoe in the air. And if that wasn't enough, they would blow me a kiss.

You're not only a good luck charm to the Knights, but to our team as well. And you're not even one of us.

I sat up with the crap till the first half, not wanting to watch them win the game. If I had stayed for another second, I would have landed up in jail for attempted murder.

Throwing the trash in the bin, I washed my hand before grabbing another bottle of coke. Then, I took the whipped cream sprayed the sweented into my mouth. I hope that some sweetness could wake me out of the unphased mind.