Weeks passed and nothing changed. Cole was still being civil and surprisingly nice. I didn't mind hanging out with him and Nate like I did when Ace was around. Hell, even hanging around just Cole wasn't too bad. Riley and Lucas were still hooked on the idea that he liked me and I called bullshit. There's absolutely no way possible. Even if he did that's his problem cause I don't. At all. Never. Nope. Not at all. Won't ever happen. Ever. No.
"Come on Mad Max, let's go," Luke hurried, using the nickname he had given me when we were little as I tossed my things in my locker. Luke, Riley, and I had planned to go to the arcade after school, something we hadn't done in forever.
"I'm coming I'm coming," I said and slammed the metal door, causing the old hinges to creak. We made our way out of the school and I wrapped my arms around myself to shield what I could from the cold. Riley and Luke, on the other hand, loved the cold like the idiots they were.
We talked and laughed on our way there. I hadn't known just how much I missed them until now. Yet another reason I was happy to be out of reform school. It didn't take us long to get to the arcade, our favorite childhood hang out.
We walked in and exchanged a few dollars for quarters before roaming around until we found a good game. "Dude look! They still have them!" Riley exclaimed and pointed to the two oldest games in the arcade. Space invaders.
"Holy shit!" I grinned and we ran over, Lucas following in suit. Riley and I used the have the highest scores on these things. We even laid claim to them. Left was mine, right was hers. We each put a quarter in our designated machine and looked at each other with a grin.
When the scoreboard came up our names were still at the top, her score only a single point higher than my own. Lucas stood behind us with a wide grin. He always said he enjoyed watching us play cause of how competitive we got and to be honest, we were worse than a couple of fuckboys playing dodgeball in gym class.
We started at the same time and passed level after level, our scores increasing. Riley and I finished and shouted, "New high score!" Lucas laughed as we looked at each other's screens before groaning. "Goddamnit!" we whined in unison. Our scores were the same.
"No fair," I pouted.
"Right? I'm supposed to win," Riley said and I rolled my eyes, laughing a bit.
"Pfft, sure Riles. We all know I'm better at Space Invaders."
"You are not."
"I am too."
"If I get you two food to shut you up with you be satisfied?" Lucas chuckled.
"This is why we love you," Riley laughed as we made our way to the concession.
On our way there Riley had decided on nachos and I had chosen french fries, Lucas settling for chips since he wasn't that hungry. We walked around, looking for another game while we ate. As I reached for another fry my hand brushed someone else's. I assumed it was just Lucas or Riley stealing my fries but when I looked over I was beyond pissed at who I saw trying to take my food. Ace fucking Ross.
"Back the fuck off," I glared and he sighed. His brown hair was combed back in that typical little fuckboy wave thing and he was wearing a worker's uniform. Great, he works here.
"Don't be like that Max," he pleaded and I rolled my eyes.
"Can you not take a fucking hint?" I asked and walked off. Riley glared as she and Lucas followed.
"Max, wait," he said and followed. "I know me and Nathan aren't friends but I still want to be friends with you." Yet again, I rolled my eyes.
"Why? Wouldn't it ruin your perfect little fuckboy image to be around the emo kid? Just fuck off Ace."
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