Bad Intentions

Fourty

Leah

"No, no, no!" I yelled towards the flat screened TV. "How? How could you beat me five times already?"

"Come on, Lee. I'm just a pro." Nate said cockily.

I tossed one of the pillows on the couch at him. We were currently in his huge living room seated on the floor. We had pillows and blankets at around us and were currently playing Mario Kart.

We started on the project, worked on it gathering information and starting the PowerPoint. But when the food arrived all bets were off.

And the gaming session started.

"I don't like you right now." I told Nate as I took a bite of noodles from my chopsticks.

"You can't be mad at my skills." Nate defended taking a sip of his soda.

I scoffed. "Skill? Wait till I beat your ass." I picked up the controller.

"Talk smack when you win five games in a row." Nate said with his game face on.

The game started and of course I started to lag behind from the start.

Maybe.

What if.

I just.

I grabbed the controller out of Nate's hand and tossed it across the room.

He looked at me eyes wide and completely flabbergasted.

"How could you do that!?" He yelled and hopped onto his feet. "That's not fair!" He whined.

I laughed and focused on winning the game.

"Why is this house so damn big?" He complained picking up the controller.

But before he could make it back, I crossed the finish line at first place.

He gaped at the TV.

"You cheater!" He shouted.

I couldn't control my laughter. He looked like a little kid who just got his favorite toy stolen.

"That's not fair." He pouted.

"No one said we couldn't play dirty." I told him simply taking another bite of my noodles.

He was speechless.

"It's just implied!"

I chuckled at him as he stomped over to his spot and sat down.

I held a chopstick filled of noodle to his mouth.

Nate glared at me, but took the bite.

He could never stay mad.

"I'm still mad." He stated.

I rolled my eyes. Liar.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game." I told him just as his front door opened. In waltz, Kayla.