(Ryan's POV)
Caleb was losing. Badly.
I sank back into the couch, smirking as the timer counted down. He was acting like this FIFA match was a matter of life or death, which made watching him fail even more entertaining.
“Jesus Christ, can you stop f*****g offside trapping me? Just play the game like a normal person!” he grumbled, aggressively jamming the joystick like the controller had personally wronged him.
I chuckled, easily maneuvering past his weak-ass defense. “Don’t blame me for your lack of strategy.”
“You’re such a dick.”
“A d**k who's winning,” I replied with a smirk.
Caleb muttered something under his breath, but before he could attempt another half-assed play, the doorbell rang.
My head snapped toward the sound, but Caleb barely reacted, totally disinterested.
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