Page 7 of Our Final Game

okiee! tell Carter i said hey :)

Me

get to class!

Little One

alright alright jeez can’t a man say hi to his future husband?

I tilt my head back to the sky and let my eyes fall shut. Here I thought I was finally going to have a stress-free day. Now I’ll be wondering what exactly my father wants from me this time.

Chapter 3

Rohan

“Is he gone?” I whisper, peeking my head out from the backroom. Lila just laughs. I have no idea what’s so funny. I hate that Tyson comes here every fucking day. Of all the cafes he could’ve fallen in love with, it’s the one I happen to work at? Get real. And all he ever gets is a fucking americano, they taste the same everywhere. I swear to God he’s stalking me for real. It feels like he’s everywhere and I hate it.

“Yep, he just left.” She laughs.

“It’s not funny! I really fucking hate him, seriously.”

“I know, I know. And I don’t get it. He’s hot,” Lila says, swaying on her feet. “And he’s a big tipper. I think he’s rich … Between the tips and that watch.” She whistles.

“If he’s rich too, I’ll literally fucking die.”

Especially seeing as I’m already pissed off, he seems like he has a good job; he always comes in with his black, expensive dress shirts pressed perfectly. I can always smell his woodsy, high-end cologne lingering even after he’s gone, too. Meanwhile, I’m stuck working at this cafe where I leave smelling like milk and irritation.

“Why? Cause he’s perfect?”

“He’s not! He’s a complete asshole, you have no idea!” I huff, pulling on my apron and tying it around my waist tightly. “He literally doesn’t have a personality, Lila!”

“Yeah, he does. You know what I think?” She says, and I turn to glare at her, “I think you just never got a chance to know him.”

“Yeah, see, I don’t want a chance to know him.”

What makes it worse is that every interaction I’ve had with that man has been aggravating. I swear he gets a hard-on from pissing me off. One time I was forced to do a panel with him at a gaming event, and he spent the entire time trying to get under my skin. He sat way too close, and that stupid sideways smile he always gives me makes me shudder.

Being near him made me forget everything I had practiced.

I looked like a complete idiot up there. Stumbling over my words.

“Right,” Lila drawls. “They ship you guys online, you know?”

“First off, why the fuck do you know that? And second, those fans are absolutely delusional.”

“I don’t know, I think you got it all wrong, Ro. I know you guys play against each other and everything, but maybe you should give him a shot.” Lila giggles, wiping down the counter.

“Last time I gave him a shot, he snatched my title that I worked so hard for from me, so fuck no. Besides, he really is a fucking jerk. You just don’t know him.” I roll my eyes. I don’t get why she likes him so much; besides his looks, Tyson is the worst fucking archetype of a person. I never understood why everyone fawns over the bad boy.

His lips, brow, and nose are pierced.

Like come on, he’s such a try-hard.

He’s not all that.

“Sure, well, I’m going to keep kissing up to him cause the tips, hello?” She grins.

“Yeah, I mean it’s nice, I guess.”