Page 8 of Our Final Game

It’s the least he can do.

“So, speaking of all this, I saw you guys won! Congrats. Does that mean you’re going against Ty again?” My brows furrow at her shortening of Tyson’s name.

Lila doesn’t know much about Seeker, but she tries to be as supportive as she can, which I appreciate. I even tried to teach her a while back, but she wasn’t super into it, I think. At least she tried.

“Yeah, his team made it to the finals, unfortunately.” I scoff.

“Well, I mean, this is good though, isn’t it? So you can get a chance to get your top spot back, right?”

“Yep, and I plan on doing just that,” I say as I stock the fridge with milk from the cases that came in this morning. A customer walks up to the register, and Lila takes her order before returning to me. “Well, you know I’m rooting for you! Even though he’s hot as fuck.”

“Oh god, Lila!” I roll my eyes.

“What! Seriously, come on, admit it!”

“I never said he wasn’t!”

* * *

Finals are tomorrow, and we’ve been running practice matches back to back to back. We’ve even faced off against teams we’ve already knocked out of the competition again just to be sure we’re ready. Milo pulls off his headset next to me, and I just know he’s about to run his fucking mouth.

“I got more kills than you.” He says, sticking his tongue out at me.

“Yeah, for once. Thanks for pulling your weight.” I roll my eyes.

“Hey! I always do!” Milo pouts, and Lucas laughs quietly next to him.

“Right.”

“You guys are ridiculous. Come on, let’s do another round,” Zayne says, shaking his head.

“Another one?” I quip back, irritation peeking through my voice. We’ve been going at it for hours in this fucking basement. I’m ready to hit my bed, maybe talk to my little internet fling who hasn’t been online lately. I wonder what he’s been up to. But I guess it’s been okay since Zayne has been running us into the ground.

“Listen, we need to be sure. I watched Tyson yesterday, and he’s not fucking around.”

“Okay, and I am? Besides, I did fine, actually more than fine, the few times we had practice matches against them.” I scoff.

“That’s not what I’m saying, Ro. I just wanna make sure. You’re the only one who can take him.”

I’m well aware of that. That we’re betting on me being able to handle Tyson during the match. The rest of his team is pretty evenly matched with ours, but he’s someone only I can take on.

And it’s no pressure; I’m ready for him this time.

“Nah, I get it. Sorry, I’m just ready for this match.”

“I know you are. I know how much it means to you,” Zayne says, smiling at me.

“Oh, you have no idea.” I smile back.

“We got this!” Milo yells back from grabbing snacks. He passes chips and a few sodas around to us. I rip the bag open and pop the salty snack into my mouth.

“So another match?” Lucas asks. He doesn’t talk much, so when he does, we always snap our attention straight his way. His eyes are so blue; it’s almost scary sometimes.

“Yeah, I suppose. But that’s the last one, Milo’s tired.” I chuckle.

“Huh, no, I’m not.” Milo frowns.

“Yes, you are. You get restless like a little puppy who hasn’t had their nappies when you get sleepy.”