cold | e.d

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"So where do you want to go on this fine Saturday?" Grace asked me, pacing around me while I did my makeup at my desk.
"Aren't we going bowling? I want to beat your ass."

She rolled her eyes at me and just laughed.

"The day I get over 100-" I raised one finger, "Which will be never.." I interrupted, "Shut up Ken."
"You know I hate it when you call me that. KAY. Or Kenz. Just never Ken." I swiped a layer of gloss on and smiled before moving to my full body mirror for a full overlook.

(Free the nip what an absolute queen)

Something casual was all I needed for a bite to eat and bowling on a Saturday. Who was I trying to impress? Myself?
"We need to get going sis if we want to get there for our booking. Julia will kill us if we're super late again."
We went so many times that the manager, Julia, was basically our friend.

"Okay okay. Mom!" I shouted to let her know we're leaving, and she was busy cleaning. It wasn't that far, probably like a 10 minute walk now that I had moved. We used to have to drive but it was a lot easier now.

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The ball flew down the straight, smashing into the pins. They dispersed into the sides of the alley, another strike on my belt.
I turned and posed sexily to Grace, just to get on her nerves.
"Whatever." I moved past her and sat down, putting one foot on the other chair while I watched her pick her ball.

She pulled it out and walked over. Her head shot to me and mouthed wish me luck. I nodded and she swung back then forward, the ball rolling nicely and knocking down a decent amount of pins.
I clapped respectfully. "Not bad. You're getting better after 2 years." I looked up at the score. We were taking the 9th go, my score at 106 and hers at 79.

"Shut up! I'm trying." She sat down,
I flicked my hair to the side and chose my favourite pink ball that I insist Julia in keeping in our regular lane.
"If I get a strike, you're buying me food."
"Great, might as well get the money out now." She scoffed, stretching on the chair.

I did a goofy little dance to cheer her up before spinning and dashing the ball down the lane. As usual, it clashed directly at the centre pin, knocking them down.
There was a short whistle, making me turn to my right. For fucks sake.

Ethan was sat with his boys, alongside Grayson on the chair in the corner seat, looking down at his phone.
"Not bad Pearson." He smirked, standing in front of me.
"Why are you here." It had been 2 weeks since the party. I saw the twins at school and Ethan still picked on me when he could, but it wasn't as bad as it used to be. He was definitely more flirty with it.

"Because I can?" He turned and simply walked back to his lane. I let Grace do her go, but she seemed tentative to do it now.
"What's wrong?" I asked her as she stood messing with the stationary balls.
"I don't want to embarrass myself." She said quietly, a beet red. This was silly.