Game On

Chapter Twenty

(Attached: Visual representation of how the tables have turned. Credits to the JoBros)

ALEX'S P.O.V

I don't know if this was the best or the worst idea I've ever had, but either way, it's too late to pull out now. Spencer won't get off my back about Jordan, which is fair enough. He was the one who helped her out after her fall, whereas I just bitched out, yet I'm the one who she's talking to.

Well I can't really call it talking, more like glares and grunts. But that's better than being completely blacked out I guess.

"Can I have some of your sundae?" Spencer mumbles.

I raise my eyebrows at him. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that, what did you say?"

"Fuck off and give me your sundae!" He says louder, reaching for my sundae from across the table.

I smack his hand away with a gasp. "None of that thank you. What's got your panties in a twist?"

He rubs his face and sighs. Only now do I notice the dark rings around his eyes, the messier than usual hair and his chapped lips. "You look like shit Spence."

I slide the sundae across the table. "I feel worse than I look..." He pouts, having a mouthful of soft serve.

"What's up buttercup?" I ask, knowing full well what is up.

Spencer swallows before he opens his mouth to speak. "I'm sick and tired of lying to Jordan and I know Ruby is too. I'm pissed that she's speaking to her worst enemy more than speaking to her own brother. I'm upset that she's off the cheer team, because god knows she needs cheerleading. I'm confused as to why you seem to care about Jordy, seeing as I'm pretty sure she doesn't care about you in the slightest. " My breath hitches. "Sorry, but it's true. And that hurt expression on your face is exactly what I'm talking about. Jesus Christ almighty I need a therapist." He is red-faced and out of breath by the time he finishes ranting.

We're both trying to get our breath back. His, gone because he just released all his bottled up feelings and mine, gone because his words hit me like a truck.

"I don't like your sister Spencer. The only reason why I'm being a little bit nicer is because of you!"

Oh my god why did I say that? What does that even mean? He's looking at me to explain but I don't know how to explain. Say something.

"Whenever Reid gets hurt, or I fuck with her, you get pissed. You've got enough on your plate and sue me for trying to help!" I recover, brain ticking fast.

Surprisingly, Spencer nods in understanding. "I'd be happier if it went back to you tormenting each other if that's alright mate. But thanks Lex, for trying to be nice for me, you're the best bestfriend I could ask for." He grins, leaning over and clapping me on the back.

I fail at a genuine smile. "If only you knew." I mumble under my breath.

Spencer throws our rubbish in the trash. "If only I knew what?"

"How hungry I am! Because you uh, ate my sundae. You little shit!" I choke out with a tight laugh.

Spencer laughs. "Thank me! You've obviously fallen behind on your conditioning training. Look at all your flab."

I playfully punch him in the shoulder and we walk out of the McDonald's and towards our school for the last time this week.

Our school is like a school out of a young adult TV show. There's a strict social ladder and petty drama. There's also the hell of gym class.