How We Became

Chapter 4

About 5 minutes later, we were playing black ops 2. By we, I mean Blake, Luke, and I.

I was currently beating Blake's ass. I needed one more kill till I won.

I finally get the winning kill so I jumped up and pointed at him, "Take that bitch!"

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Whatever. I let you win." He says grumpily. We all know that's a lie.

Luke gets up and stretches, he takes the controller from Blake and plops down next to me. He glances over to me smirking, "Let me show you who the real master is." Then starts the game.

About 20 minutes later I was ahead of Luke by 10 kills. I needed three more to win. I easily got them.

"I win!!! Now we know who the real master is." I say quoting him. I begin to do a victory dance but am interrupted by a whole bunch of loud footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Luke you fucker where are you?" A loud voice says.

Down stairs I hear a "Michael watch your language." From Liz.

"Sorry mama Hemmings!" This Michael guy says.

"I'm in the game room!" Luke shouts back.

I look to the door and see three boys walk in. I study them a bit. One of them has electric blue hair, another was this Asian looking dude with black hair with some blonde in it, and the last one was a shaggy haired boy with glasses.

"Hey Luke we were wonder-woah I didn't know you had a sister!" The blue haired one-Michael- said, referring to me considering I'm the only chick in here.

Luke rolls his eyes, "You idiot, she's not my sister. She's Blake's best friend."

Michael walks up to me and hugs me. I'm shocked but hug back anyways cause I mean, you should see the guy, he's like a kitten.

He pulls away, "I'm Michael Clifford, and who are you?"

I smile at him, "I'm Rory."

The Asian pipes up, "I'm Calum."

"Are you Asian?" I blurt out.

All four boys in the room besides Calum crack up.

"I'm not fucking Asian!" He shouts.

"I'm really sorry but what are you then?" I say.

"Kiwi."

"That's cool." I say then turn to the shaggy haired boy.

"I'm Ashton. It's nice to meet you Rory!" The boy says politely.

"Luke!" Michael's gasps, "she beat you at black ops?"

"Yup." I say smugly, answering for him.

Michael looks shocked, "No one ever beats him except me! We'll have to play together later. But anyways, Luke I was wondering if you want to come to a party at some chicks house? You can bring Blake and Rory too." He says, glancing at me.

Luke shrugs, "Sure why not. What time will we be leaving?"

"Eight. It's seven thirty right now so hurry up."

Blake and I race to our shared bedroom, hurrying to find clothes. More like I find an outfit for him and he finds one for me. I pick him out black jeans and a dark blue V-neck. I pair it with his signature black vans and his dog tag necklace that him and I both have.

I hand then to me and he hands me mine. I quickly look at what he picked, black skinny jeans and a Nirvana shirt. Plus my own dog tags and grey vans.