Mortals

Dare Me 2

Ringing and screaming filled the air, or probably my hearing.

Eric was still trying to reach me, but I still couldn't hear him properly, I got shoved further from him by the passing minute, and I wasn't sure if it was for the best, or something I should care about.

“I think the contest is about to begin!" He yelled, and this time I could hear him.

He must've said tournament before when I heard monument.

So, there's a surfing tournament going on right now. Which would mean Sir gentle mind, smartie pants isn't a rich celebrity guy after all.

“Oh, yah. I can barely hear you from over here, so maybe step out!" I yelled back, leaving the crowded area, and then he came to join me.

“So, a surfing tournament.

I didn't know they did that here." I added.

“Yah, they do." He replied,

“They even go out to compete with worldwide athletes at times."

“Like the Olympics?" I intruded.

“Something of such." He replied,

“But right now it's just a friendly match between students." He added.

“And other times?" I asked stylishly.

“Its a fierce competition to determine who would go out for that big time worldwide competition with those big time athletes." He replied, but this time his tone was somewhat grumpy.

“You good?" I asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I'm good." He replied in a grumpy tone.

I might not have known this dude until a few minutes ago, but I can tell when a person mood swings. Their tone becomes sarcastic, and pitchy.

“But you suddenly went from smiley face to- uh- the Grinch." I concluded in a confused tone. Which made him suddenly burst out chuckling.

“I was expecting you to say sad face, but that works better.

You're funny." He commented.

“And you're avoiding my question." I said stylishly.

“Well, I've been trying to join the competition for a while now, but I never seem to be qualified." He replied sadly.

“Oh, sorry about that." I said softly. “Wait, you do know how to surf, right?" I added confusingly.

“Sure. It is called a surfing tournament. Who would want to join a tournament when you don't know what you're competing for?" He concluded questioningly.

“Then if you can meet up with the major principle of a surfing tournament, what disqualified you? Don't tell me you cheat."

“Cheat? No." He replied defensively.

“Then again, what disqualified you?"

“Money, fame, money, girls, Did I mention money?" He concluded playfully causing me to chuckle a bit.

“Only a couple times, no." I replied amidst chuckles.

“I had a feeling it would be something out of necessity." I added with a change of mood.

“Hey, I'm the one who got crossed here. Why are you down?" He said trying to cheer me up by nudging me a little by the side.

“Its just so unfair." I replied in a frustrated tone, “A person summon out courage to try out for something, and some crazy lunatic just swoops them off without a chance. " I complained.

“Try out, who said anything about trying out?" He replied weirdly.

“You didn't try out." I said questioningly in a disappointed tone.

“Nah, I'll just be embarrassing myself. They'll just laugh at me, why bother?" He replied.

“Seriously, how would you know if you've never tried?" I challenged.

“Well, I've seen various people of my status try and fail. I'm not gonna join that long list." He added.

“Come on, why don't you try first? They say one man food could be another man's weapon to destroy an enemy." I said shoving him off.

“That's not how it goes." He replied trying to hold his ground.

“That's how mine goes." I replied pushing him even more.

“Come on, are you a man or a boy?" I added playfully.

“A confused boy." He replied confusingly.

“So, what plan do you've shoving me towards where they are. If I wanted to sign up for it, I would have to sign up few days before now." He explained.

“Who knows? Perhaps there might be an exemption today." I said playfully.

Then a man announced,

“There's a special event today y'all. Whoever wants to sign up randomly can do so now and join the competition!

Just make sure you're up for the challenge, so things wouldn't end up sour like the last time we did this."

“See." I yelled out excitedly.

“How did you do that?" He asked amusingly.

“I'm your fairy god mother. Now, do as I say and go for that sudden, unexpected, opened opportunity." I added playfully.

“Alright grandma." He replied jokingly, then left to sign up.

“Yes!" I yelled following him closely behind for some reason.

Well, it's more fun than watching miss Raymond get spray tanned.

As I was busy tracking Eric, I got pulled back by a gentle force on my shoulder.

“Hey! I've been looking all over for you." Julia complained.

For someone with such thin hands she sure got a tight grip.

“Where have you been? I almost thought I lost you." She added in a relieved tone.

“Well, you didn't." I replied.

“Wow, there's a surfing tournament today. How could I forget that?" She said thoughtfully.

I'm wondering same, her being someone obsessed with hot looking guys.

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Eric's POV

So, I met this pretty girl, who for some reason I missed requesting for her name. She convinces me to try out for the surfing tournament, and I decided to even though I knew it would all backfire on me.

Those guys are real brutal.

As I was trying to quickly sign my name in, one of the guys who are regulars in competing spotted me.

[How do I know they're regulars at competing you'd ask?]

Well, I'm a regular customer here, even before resumption, cause I do mediocre jobs around to assist my parents with the tuition. I'd probably be in the same level with them, if it hadn't taken us a few years to come up with part of it.

“What are you doing?" The tall, intimidating dude asked, who had short tattered blonde hair, that managed to still look good hanging on his inverted triangular head.

I know each of their names, but not how to place it, and so far I'll say this is Pascal. The cruelest of them all.

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To Be Continued...