Game Over

2

I glared at them. "We’ll ask Mark," Georgia said with a wide, excited grin that calmed me down a bit. Jessie groaned, walking into the girls' locker room, muttering curses about the day she met us.

We quickly moved to stand near the door, pretending to have a casual conversation when the boys started filing out of the room.

"Why don’t you dye your hair green?" I blurted sharply, scanning everyone with scrutiny, and the answer came immediately.

I didn’t need to look hard to know who was behind this. Damn it, why him, of all people? I’m going to kill him.

"Hey there, Sol."

My nose wrinkled in disgust at the way he said my name. Lucas smiled sideways, revealing his perfect teeth, as he pushed his black hair back. Was he trying to charm me?

"My God, you’re even more repulsive today than before," I spat at him with hatred, and he frowned, feigning hurt. Crossing his arms, he raised his chin higher, pretending my words hadn’t affected him at all. "I think you meant to say I’m more attractive today__"

He paused, looking me up and down with an amused expression before smirking and stepping closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm and something oddly... admiring. "Grass girl."

Just because I was wearing green Converse shoes, Gucci socks with green stripes, a green jacket, and had green eyes, didn’t mean he had to call me that disgusting nickname. He was vomit-inducing, just like his nickname.

I rolled my eyes in boredom as I walked past him, but he called out, stopping me. "Let’s have coffee today."

That was the strangest thing I’d ever heard from Lucas. He was already weird, with his odd clothes and even odder behavior, but hearing that was stranger than his obsession with trying out different hair dyes!

I needed a quick, sharp comeback. Come on, brain, don’t fail me now.

"When your butt rots," I replied, scrunching my face in disgust. When in doubt, insult—it’s always a safe bet.

Okay, maybe not always.

Our charged eye contact was interrupted when I was pulled into the locker room, the door quickly shut behind me. I sighed in frustration, looking at Bonnie, the girl with the thick, curly black hair.

"Get Mark in here, now."

...

Bonnie crossed her arms sternly, glancing around at all the girls, who nodded seriously at her.

Welcome to the Secret Women’s Club.

She tied her heavy black hair into a messy bun, rolled up her sleeves, and stared intently at Jessie.

"He called her crazy, too," Jessie said, and I looked between them warily. They were talking about what had just happened, clearly.

There was a brief moment of silence before a knock broke it. As Georgia opened the door, chaos ensued. Bonnie grabbed Mark by the collar, yanking him inside forcefully, and the girls shoved him toward the locker, cornering him.

I stifled a laugh. Mark raised his hands in surrender, shouting in panic. "I come in peace!" The girls gave him some space to breathe, but Bonnie still held onto his collar.

"What happened while we were changing?" Bonnie asked sharply. He blinked slowly, trying to process the rapid events. My God, I could feel the excitement bubbling inside me.

"Twenty bucks, and I’ll talk." He offered, and Bonnie glared at him. "Ten bucks, tops."

"Seventeen," he countered stubbornly, and Bonnie sighed in frustration. "Fifteen, and that’s the final offer, or we’ll expose that you’ve been sneaking into the girls’ locker room to spy on them while they’re changing."

Mark smirked sideways, gazing at her with a fake, dreamy look, trying to charm her. We all knew Mark was a creep. "Deal."

Why couldn’t I just punch him to make him talk faster.

"What’s their bet this time?" I asked, pulling his attention. He raised an eyebrow in realization. He was about to flirt too, but Bonnie tightened her grip around his collar, making him nod quickly in nervousness.

"They bet Lucas could make you fall for him. He refused at first, but they kept pushing him, insisting you needed to pay the price for rejecting him." I exhaled in anger. They're all jerks.

I swear, I’ll make them regret ever mentioning my name.

The chatter between the girls grew louder as I exchanged furious glances with Georgia and Bunny. Stand up to him? He's the one who started it.

I’m going to end this nonsense.

“What’s going on here?” Coach Stella shouted, her eyes wide as she stared at Mark. The girls seized the golden opportunity to scramble, grabbing their towels in a panic.

“He barged in here, and we were just teaching him a lesson,” Bunny snitched, pointing a finger at Mark. His eyes widened in disbelief, speechless, as we all pushed him out with some choice words.

Of course, there was also Coach Stella’s threat to report this unethical behavior to the principal.

I exchanged a mischievous look with Bunny, and we high-fived.

He didn’t take the money. I stifled a laugh so that Coach Stella wouldn’t realize the truth.

With a stern clap, Coach Stella ordered us to hurry up and change into our training gear. Cheerleading...what nonsense. I still don’t know why I even joined this team!

Maybe it’s because being on the team earns us extra points that boost our academic standing, and they write us glowing recommendations for prestigious universities. Not that I care—my grades aren’t bad, after all.

“So, what are you going to do?” Bunny asked, watching me with a frown as I adjusted my red skirt.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“Nothing?” Georgia screeched, emerging from behind the curtain as she pulled up her cotton shorts, making sure they didn’t show below the skirt.

They never understand what I mean. “Not right now. We’ll wait and see what he does first—until we have solid proof against him.”

Bunny raised an impressed eyebrow, and Georgia nudged me playfully, winking. “You sly bitch.”