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Joh
I smirked. "If you want?"
He gri
"I know I am," I replied, and for once in my life, I had the confidence to say that.
It didn’t say much about me as a person when all I excelled at in life was kicking ass on GTA, but it was better than nothing.
"Well, little girl, you better put your money where your mouth is," Joh
I snorted. "It's on, little boy."
Joh
"No memory cards," he called over his shoulder. "Start from scratch, and the person who completes the most missions before dying is the wi
"That'll be me," I replied, accepting the controller he held out to me.
"Because you're a girl?"
"Because I'm the best."
"Do you, uh–" Joh
"On your bed?" I squeaked.
He shrugged, looking as uncertain as I felt. "Or the bean bags, if you prefer?"
"Uh, yeah, okay," I replied. I walked over to the leather bean bags laying side by side, only to hesitate and swing back to look at him. "If you want me to –"
"Sit your ass down, little Lynch, so I can beat you," Joh
I sank onto one of the bags and gave him my best you're going down expression.
"You should get comfy," I noted when he sprawled into the beanbag next to mine. "You're going to be watching for a while." Clicking into the game, I thumbed on my controller, attention riveted to his massive television screen, and muttered, "A long while."
"No cheats!" Joh
"No, it's not," I laughed as I keyed in another cheat code to load my guy up on life. "You never said anything about cheat codes."
"Yeah, I fucking did," Joh
"No memory cards. Start from scratch, and the person who completes the most missions before dying is the wi "You're dangerous," Joh "I'm the best," I cackled as I cleared another mission. "I did try to warn you." "Yeah, well, I didn’t expect you to be the Bill fucking Gates of Grand Theft Auto, did I?" I laughed loudly, feeling completely at ease with him in this moment. "Because I'm a girl?" "Because I thought you were sweet," Joh He'd been pouting for almost an hour. I snickered to myself. "Now I know better," Joh Biting down on my lip to stop myself from laughing at his tantrum, I concentrated even harder on evading the cops hunting me down. "How are you doing this?" Joh Pausing the game, I turned and gave him my full attention. "Are you a sore loser, Mister I'm A Big Rugby Star?" Joh "Don’t you like it when a girl beats you?" I continued to tease, using the same smack talk taunts that drove Joey berserk when we played together. "Can't you take your beating like a man?" "You are so lucky you're a girl right now," Joh "Why?" I snickered. "Do you prefer losing to boys?" "Give me that fucking controller," Joh "No!" I scream/laughed, twisting onto my side to protect the controller. "I'm not finished–Ahhhh!" "Give it to me," Joh "Never," I declared through fits of laughter. "It's mine – stop, please – Ahhhh, I'm ticklish–" "Now, Sha "Go on into the bathroom and change out of those wet clothes," Mrs. Kavanagh instructed as she placed a pile of folded clothes on the foot of his bed. "I'll put your uniform in the dryer and it will be ready before you go." "No, no," I hurried to say, wielding the PlayStation controller in front of me like it could somehow ward off her kindness. "I'm fine as I am…thank you." "Nonsense, love," Mrs. Kavanagh said with a dismissive wave. "You can't be sitting around in wet clothes. You'll catch your death." "Ma," Joh "Don’t be so rude, Joh "I really am fine," I choked out, eyeing Joh I wasn’t. I was damp and cold, but I had been having so much fun that I completely forgot about my drenched uniform. I had quite literally forgot about my problems; my wet clothes, my parents, my everything, for the past hour. The moment my brain registered the damp seeping into my bones, I inwardly shivered. Dammit. "She just told you she's fine, Ma," Joh Ignoring her son's protests, she turned to face me, smiling. "A nice hot shower will warm you up, love." "W-what?" I croaked out. "I can't shower in your house." Again. Why were people always telling me to shower in this boy's house? God! "Of course, you can," she replied with the warmest smile I'd ever seen. "Ma, can you just go?" Joh She gave him a hard stare. "In the middle of what?" I waved the controller at her. "I beat him at PlayStation." "No," Joh "To space," I mumbled under my breath. "I heard that," he shot back, smirking. Mrs. Kavanagh looked between us and then beamed. "He's a terrible loser, isn’t he?" "I am fucking not!" "I know," I giggled. "His father's the same," Mrs. Kavanagh added. "You should see him if he loses in court. No speaking for hours." "Ma," Joh "I will," she replied. "Once that poor girl has a warm shower and some dry clothes on her." "She doesn't want a –" "Do you know what, Sha Startled, I just stood there while Mrs. Kavanagh circled me, brows set in concentration. "Ma!" Joh "No, no," Mrs. Kavanagh mused, ignoring her son.