"What's up?" Kevin asked, waiting for me to return to the game.
"Um... Let's just play."
I tried to forget about it for a while. I didn't want to pressure myself. I honestly just wanted to be pampered. I didn't want any attention. I was going to represent heck loads of students. If I mess up, they'll look down on me (which is kinda good) and I'll end up representing them horribly.
Kevin noticed there was something wrong. He didn't say anything, though. I knew because he was letting me win. My brother has his ways. He doesn't show it directly, but he's actually very caring and courteous.
"You can win if you want." I said.
"No." He answered.
"Yes." I rebutted.
"No." He concluded. "Tell me what's up with you."
"Nothing, Kev."
"Is it about that Queen C thing? Wait, no! I mean, Queen A. Wait, was it Queen D?"
I paused for a moment and looked at him, completely confused. "How do you know about that?!"
"I have a twitter account. Don't tell mom."
"What?"
Comfused? Overwhelmed? Anxious? Is there a word for all of those words combined? Coverxious?
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Guys, I am very sorry. I can't continue this story. To the 200+ readers, thanks for reading. Right now, I just don't have any great ideas. I might continue this but I'm pretty sure I can't. Sorry ✌️
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Queen A
RandomWe all know that Queen B in school, right? She's the most popular, prettiest and let's not forget, the biggest bitch. What if I told you there's someone higher than her? How would you react?
