"That's not fair!" I exclaimed as I watched Stefan place down a chess piece.
"Of course it's fair, I won fair and square," he said to me as he leaned back in his chair, a
smirk on his face as he watched my face bottle
up with anger and confusion.
"You're a dick," I said, slamming my piece down
on the board.
He let out a chuckle as I got up, walking back
into our hut and into the kitchen.
I heard him follow behind me, and when I
grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, he
leaned on the kitchen counter.
"You're a poor loser," he told me, and I squinted my eyes at him.
"You're just a loser in general," I replied back, and his smile widened.
"Okay, okay," he said, putting both hands in
the air, "this just proves you don't know
how to lose."
I rolled my eyes and brushed past him, going back outside and packing the chess pieces away.
He followed me again, and after a moment I felt his fingers slightly touch mine as he helped put them away.
"How are you so good at chess?" I asked after
we finished putting the board away.
We both took a seat in the outside chairs, a glass of whiskey in his hands while I continued
to drink my water.
"I played a lot when I was a kid," he shrugged,
"I was on the chess team at the academy."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, "I never
knew that."
"That's because you were too busy plotting
your revenge on me," he smiled.
I rolled my eyes, "yeah, cause you were an ass."
"Don't give me all the credit," he replied, "you started this whole thing."
I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms
over my chest.
"No, I didn't, you did."
He placed his glass on the table in front of us, "Elena, you're the one who purposely spilled
that drink all over me in third year."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, "that was you."
"No, it wasn't."
"Yes, it was."
"I'm telling you right now that was you," he said.
"So you're telling me, after years of fighting
and hating each other, it was because we both spilled apple juice on each other?"
It got quiet for a moment, and then we both
started to laugh, both of our voices filling
the patio we were sitting on.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he said after he calmed down, and I let out a
small chuckle.
"I mean-" I smiled, "this doesn't change all the things you did to me after that."
He let out a snort, probably remembering all
the "accidents" or terrible things he did to me.
"I wouldn't be talking if I were you," he said,
"you did many things to me too."
"Like how I made you fail that test," I laughed.
"Or how you fucking stabbed me in the arm."
I let out a loud snort, my body hurling over
in laughter.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."
When I pulled myself together, he was smiling as he looked at me, and I wiped the tears
of laughter away.
