Spite Check Snow
Bethany Hoeflich“Oh my god, just move!” My roommate rested her chin in her palm and huffed.
I lay on my belly, feet crossed at the ankles behind me. A cold slice of pizza waited, forgotten, on a Styrofoam plate on the scratchy beige carpet next to me. I pried my eyes from the chessboard between us and frowned in irritation. “I didn’t complain when you took ten minutes to move a pawn, Sophia.”
“Whatever, ghetto Barbie. You’re just mad because I took your queen.”
My teeth gritted at the insult. Don’t react. It wasn’t the worst thing she’d called me. I propped myself on my elbows and moved my knight to take her bishop. “Eat that!”
Sophia grumbled and jumped to her feet. “I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t touch the board.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I rolled my eyes. Not all
