When I raised my eyes on the guy across the table from me, my pulse raced and my palms began sweating. I was starting to question myself for agreeing to this match.
Niel seemed well prepared the way he cracked his knuckles and neck. He gave me an are-you-kidding-me gaze and looked over at his classmates in the College of Engineering department. They cheered for him. When he turned to me, he said, "Your classmates are desperate to send a poor girl. It's like they just throw a pathetic lamb into the mouth of a lion who can devour her just before she knows it." He chuckled, fixing the chess pieces on the table that were already secured on each block.
Kelly was so right. Niel had the reputation of trash-talking wherever he liked. I could only roll my eyes and exhaled heavily.
"Aren't you
