The Eccedentesiast

Chapter One

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Chapter One
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"Ten," Emma counts. "Eleven," she went on. Her eyes fixated on the large, flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.

"You son of a whore," Daniel laughs out. He squirmed in his seat as Emma beat him at Call Of Duty. "I thought you would go easy on me," he complains.

"I am!" A smirk plays upon her lips as her thumbs expertly use the joysticks and buttons on the PS4 controller. "You just suck at this. Bad," she pressed.

"Shut the hell up," Daniel muttered, his feature turned into something of constipation. "Fuck, I should've never agreed to make that bet." He struggles to keep his thumbs moving as he took a fraction of a second to shake the pain from his sore hands.

"Admit it!" she yelled at him. "I'm the best player out of the five of us." She glances at the rest of her best friends that were sitting on the floor and leaning behind them with their elbows propped up on the back of the couch. "They did. You can, too."

"Never!" Daniel fought back. He shot Emma in the game, causing her to curse and nearly throw her controller at the TV. "You might be better, but I will win this time."

Emma let out an evil laugh, watching as Daniel was only one kill ahead of her. "You sure about that?" She sneaked up behind Daniel and shot him in the head with a sniper rifle. The kills were thirty-five to thirty-four before the timer counted down to zero. Emma won.

"That's right, bitch!" She threw the controller on the love couch to her left and shot up from her seat. "Boom!" She didn't think when she thrust her hips into his face.

Daniel groaned loudly and threw his controller between his crossed legs. "Bitch," he mumbled angrily.

His face was flustered and his head pounded with irritation on his failed attempt to finally take a win.

"Fries." She extended her right hand out in front of his face and he shoves it aside before standing up. He looked down at her twinkling eyes and a smile slowly tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Fine." He reached for his keys in his back pocket and started walking to the foyer of the large mansion. "Come on." He held one of the double doors open for his friends.

"You suck, man." Connor patted Daniel's shoulder as he walked past him.

Brian laughed as he ruffled Daniel's pink hair. "Bitch."

Daniel slapped Brian's hand off his head. "Whatever." He annoyingly stuck his tongue out at Emma's back as she walked out in front of him. He closed the door behind him and followed his friends to his car.

Emma jumped excitedly where she sat in the passenger seat. She watched Daniel turn the key and the car came to life.

"You guys are so my bitches," she jested. Her lips softly opened and closed as she sang along with Arctic Monkeys on the radio.

"You're my bitch, little fuck." Gabriel reached his hand forward and put the music to a higher volume.

"Yeah, right!" Emma scoffed. "You're the worst Call Of Duty player out of all of us. Shut your pie hole."

"Can you guys please stop? You're going to end up fighting and I don't want to have to crash the car against a tree again." Daniel feared.

Both his hands remained on the steering wheel, his eyes glanced over at the small argument to be before looking back at the road.

"He's acting all manly now," Emma mocked Gabriel, rolling her eyes and looking back out the window.

She suddenly turned her body a little to look over at him. He jumped at the sudden action. "Don't forget that you worked for Mrs. Tanner to help walk her dogs while she was gone for the summer and the second day of walking Poe and Star, you ran into that girl you've been simping over and ended up gifting her Poe because it was her birthday." Emma faked a smile and tilted her head to the side. "Did you think giving her a new dog would help? Not only a new dog but one with rabies, you idiot." She flicked his forehead.