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Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Sleepovers & Alcohol

"Sam! Pey!" I squealed, seeing two of my best friends at my door on Friday afternoon. I embraced them in a group hug and we all laughed.

Sam was in her usual attire, leather jacket, white shirt, camo pants and combat boots. Peyton was wearing a nice pink blouse and long, red, frilly skirt, finished with white flats. I was wearing my white hoodie, the same I had when I was at the Skyline tryouts, a purple shirt and knee shorts. I was barefoot because we weren't going anywhere. Sam and Peyton walked inside, dropping their bags by the couch. My mother came downstairs, ready to leave.

"Oh hello there girls," she smiled. "I have to leave for an important meeting, then I have dinner with some clients. Behave yourselves and don't bother the boys next door!" We all nodded. She grabbed her jacket and left, waving to us all.

The three of us broke into wide grins and high fived each other. "This is gonna be the best sleepover ever!" I squealed.

Half an hour later we were in my room. Peyton was on my bed and Sam and I were on my bean bags in front of my TV. We were playing multiplayer Battlefield 4. My window was open so I could hear Sigma groaning loudly. I was going to tell him off for doing something sexual but my mom's words echoed in my mind. Sam shouted some curses and I headshot a player named exmatrium. I smirked until I heard a loud groan from Sigma's room.

"What is that guy doing there?" asked Peyton.

"Not a clue, don't bother 'im," replied Sam, knifing someone. I laughed.

"Frost!" he shouted.

Sam and Peyton turned to the window so fast I swear I heard their necks crack. Laughing, I got up to the window and looked at Sigma's defeated expression. He scowled. "Yes, Knight?" I asked, smiling sweetly.

"Come on, you've killed me four times in a row, Skye!" he whined. Then I realized and burst out laughing. Peyton was watching intently but Sam was enraged.

"Exmatrium? I mean, really?" I chuckled. He sighed and shook his head.

"I see you have company. Mind if I come over?" he asked. There was a hopeful look in his eyes.

"YES!" shouted Sam. After a moment it became obvious that she was disagreeing with Sigma joining us. "I can't believe you never mentioned Player #34 is your neighbor, or that he's actually decent at Battlefield! How do you not tell us that, Skye?"

I bit my lip and turned to Sigma. His lips were parted and his gaze was distant. When he turned to me I gave him an apologetic smile. He shook his head and raised his right hand, as if to say it was fine. I nodded. I turned to Peyton, who shrugged. Sam cried out in disappointment and chucked the controller. I found it hard not to laugh, seeing as Sigma was snickering behind me, but I scolded her anyways.

"Sam!" I shouted. "What did I say about manhandling my equipment!?" Sigma burst out laughing behind me and Sam pouted.

"But Skyeeee, we said raging once in a while is okay!" she whined.

I shook my head. "You still have no right to throw my precious controllers around, Sam, and you know that."

I heard a thud and saw Sigma on the floor, clutching his stomach and guffawing. Nobody understood, so we let him like that until I had a grand idea. I'm not sure if I'm American or British. I spell it labor, and colour, and enourmous, and grey, and I sometimes say 'bloody fokin' 'ell!' when I feel like it. Anyways. The idea.

I came to the window sill and mustered all my strength to jump to the other side. I made it in one piece and stepped inside Sigma's room. I would normally take in everything but my target was here. I bent over and whispered in his ear, causing him to stop his laughter and go stiff.