I didn’t know what to expect but the plasma screen television that took up the entirety of Timothy’s basement wall wasn’t it. Damn. I must’ve been staring at it hard because Phil nudged me, bringing my attention back to the gaggle of nerds hanging out in this basement.
Party, he said. This was just a gathering.
Maybe seven people, two of which were girls but not the kind to catch your eye. Aside from the TV there was a pool table and a couple arcade games. Very retro.
“Tim and Diego, this is—“
“Theo Blackwell,” Map said, eying me warily. “I’m surprised you’re here honestly.”
I smirked. He really didn’t like me much, huh? “I am too,” I admitted, glancing back at Phil who shot me a dirty look.
“I only invited him so you could kick his ass at pool,” Phil
