Gold/ FaZe Adapt [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 3

I woke up the next day with my head pounding. After the big win, we all went out to party and celebrate. I'm pretty sure I was over the top drunk. Half asleep, I look around to see I'm not in my apartment. 

Bitch what the fuck!?

Now fully awake and alert I look to see no one next to me and I'm still fully clothed. I lay back down shaking my head. 

You still don't know where you are, smart ass.

On that note, I get up and first go to the bathroom to do morning things. Then I head out and my head finally puts the pieces together that I am our team captain's place. Now I remember when we were all drunk to go to her place since it nearby. I head down straight to the kitchen for Advil. 

As I make the last step down, I'm greeted with three of my teammate knocked out on the couch. I continue to the kitchen and look at the time.

10:00 AM

Oh well, I don't have anything- Oh fuck! I quickly take the Advil with water and run back up to get my shoes and phone. Soon then I dart out the door while calling and uber. I stop in my tracks and run back to the apartment. I sprint in yelling to the girls involved to wake up. We have a small meeting about playing in the IICF World Championships. Soon I have all the girls apart of the team (Canada) up and scrambling to gather their things and leave. 

I hop in my uber as I give the address to my apartment.

Next thing you know I'm running like I'm in the Olympics or something up the stairs because of the elevators were at the high floors. By the time one would come down, I'd be up by the stairs. Shortly I burst through my apartment, taking my shoes off wherever and sprint up to my room. I quickly hop in the shower and freshen up. The meeting is at 12:00 PM and it's already 10:30 AM. It takes half an hour to get there, wait. 

Why are we meeting in a restaurant?  What the fuck? 

Ignoring my dumb thought, I hop out the bathroom straight into the closet Thank the lord my curtains are closed. Knowing this is formal, I'll have to dress accordingly. 

Well, that's the look. I turn to my phone that's at low battery. I facepalm and look at the time.

11:29 AM.

Shit, I thought as I run out of my apartment with my keys and wallet. I have a charger in the car. Thanking the lord again, the elevator was on my floor so I quickly walk in and press the parking. After about 20 seconds without any stops, well that's a first, I quickly head straight to my car. And I am out.

Opening the door to the restaurant, I glance down at my phone as the screen displays, 11:59 AM. What timing. I got a text on the way here for the name that made the reservation. A waiter greets me as I give the name and he directs me there. I see everyone except two girls are missing. Probably late considering how we all woke up and what state we were in.

I take a seat at the end next to another teammate as I greet all the familiar faces and introduce myself to the non-familiar ones. Soon about 5 minutes later, the two late ones show up and we begin the meeting.  

After the meeting that was like an hour long, we were given the details for our flight, hotel, and the schedule. We fly out next week so we have about a weeks time to prepare. The hotel rooms were double bed so it was 2 per room or 3 if a room had one of those pullout beds/ couches. Whatever, those are fun. I quickly call Alissa, at a red light of course as she answeres after a couple of rings. 

"Hey Champ. How does it feel to be the Clarkson Cup Champions?"

"Hey, it feels great. Well, would be better right now if I was hungover and just come out of a meeting for Team Canada."

"Ooff that's hard. I feel you girl don't worry."

"So, breaking news-," I get cut off with her yelling.

"What!? Is it about the day you come to LA? Is it tomorrow? 3 days? Next week? Tell me bitch!"

"If you let me talk! And your last guess was correct."

"Next week?!"

"Yep, I'll see you in a week! I'll be staying at a hotel for the time though," I say as I turn into a parking space at Starbucks. It was closer then Tims. I disconnect the Bluetooth and hold the phone against my ear and walk into Starbucks. 

"Yes! I just have to wait for one more week! Wait, no! That's too long," she says, as I hear in the background, "One week for what?"

Ricky. 

"Wait do not tell him or anyone. It'll be a surprise! Just say you ordered something, uh James Charles palette!"

"Oh hey baby, un a week until my James Charles palette comes. That's too long," she lies and I can tell she's fake pouting. Dramatic Alissa.

"Aw, it's okay baby," I hear before I stop listening to give my order to the barista. 

"Are you at Starbucks," Alissa asks.

"Yeah, still in my formal clothing. Getting some looks but I don't care." As I said that my order is called. I grab a straw and drink with, my receipt on it? I look up and see a guy, who looks like the same age as me quickly going back to work. I grab my things and already know there's a number on the back. 

"And a guy who works here gave me his number on the back of my receipt," I say as I head in my car. I didn't wanna throw the paper away in front of him, so I'll do it at home.

"Is he good looking?"

"Not my type, plus dating isn't at the top of my list right now."

"Aww, it's okay. You have me," she laughs. 

"Ha, yeah. Well, I'll talk to you later. I'm gonna get home soon and I have like a day off, but I still feel hungover so I might just sit at home and play some video games. I haven't played in a while."

"Okay, I'll spread the word you are playing. Be ready for some invites to games," She laughs.

"I hate you, but fine. I could play with them. Like old times," I laugh as we both finally hand up. I pull into the parking for the building. Heading up to my apartment while drinking my iced coffee, I unlock my door and quickly go change into leggings and an oversized shirt. I head to the living room area where the gaming stuff is, still sipping on my coffee and start up the console. As soon as I logged in, there is an invite from Tfue. I accept it and join the Fortnite lobby and see Cloak in the lobby too. I put on my headphones as we all start talking and playing.

A couple of games in with some wins, I was actually playing pretty good. Well, I just got sniped from the clock tower. 

"What the fuck? Clock Tower! Sniper! Bitch," I say frustrated. Cloak boxes up as he revives me and Tfue takes out the guy in Clock Tower. 

"Yo, there's a Fortnite tournament soon. We should do it. Us three, it's squads style," Cloak says as Tfue agrees. 

"Uh, when?"

"I think it starts like the day after tomorrow and its like a 3-day tournament."

"Uh," I think about. "Fuck it why not. Let's do it," I say. The boys cheer as we continue gaming.