“Take that suckaa!” I screamed as I was able to successfully shoot the player running in front of me. I reloaded my gun and smirked as I saw my next target climbing up the ladder. I aimed my gun at him and nailed a point. “Loser!” I chortled the moment I saw him drop-dead.
“You’re impossible!” I jumped the moment I find Nic sitting beside me.
“How did you get in here?!” I glared at him.
“Window,” he shrugged. “Oh! Hey!” He pointed at the TV screen. “Watch out!”
I immediately looked back at the screen and watched my character get shot. “What?! I can’t believe this!” I blurted. “It’s all your fault! Look what you did!” I crossed my arms and frowned at Nic. “I was having a killing streak!”
“Killing streak, huh?” he grinned.
“Yes,” I blurted. “I had eighteen kills without deaths before you came along!”
“For real?!” He gawked. “That’s impossible! You can’t beat me! You’re a girl! I mean, you’re not even supposed to enjoy playing Uncharted or any other video games!”
“Aww,” I pouted. “Is Nicholas gonna cry?”
“Don’t call me that!” He glared. “There’s a reason why I have a nickname.”
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes and smiled. “You’re just a sore loser.”
“HA HA! Very funny.” He rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at me.
I laughed and ruffled his hair. “Okay okay, enough with the sarcasm. I’m sorry.”
“You should be!” he feigned hurt. “You crushed my pride!”
“Okay, okay,” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I apologize, alright?”
There was a few seconds of silence before he softly replied, “…alright.”
I tore my arms off him and stood up. I looked at him and smiled, “So what brought you here?”
He locked eyes with me and answered, “I’m not sure. To get a life?”
“Oh sure,” I said sarcastically as I ruffled his hair. For a second, I thought I saw him blush. “I doubt that you even want one.”
“Want what? A life?”
I nodded.
“What?” he gasped, feigning hurt. “How dare you say that!”
“Come on, Nic,” I playfully rolled my eyes. “If you really want a life, then stop playing video games—“
“Hypocrite,” he disrupted. “You play video games and you’re a girl.”
“Whatever,” I smiled knowingly. He’s still probably disappointed I beat his record of fourteen kills. “What I’m trying to say is…get a life. Do some sports. Find a job—“
“Hey!” he blurted. “I do sports!”
I raised a brow at him.
“…If you count chess a sport.”
“Chess is not a sport!” I argued.
“Yes, it is.”
“No,” I persuaded. “It is not.”
“Then remind me why there are chess champions and chess matches and chess—“
“Remind me again why we’re best friends and why you’re in here and why I actually let you in my bedroom via window?” I mimicked his tone.
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Drawn to You
Teen FictionElena Carter was living her life leisurely until Nathan Greene came along. Though she finds him and his snobbish ways annoying, there’s something about him that attracts Elena the way a moth finds itself drawn to light. When her ex-boyfriend, Mark...
