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"Damian! Since when do you invite strangers to eat with us? Did you ask me first?" I gave a dismissive shrug. "No thanks. I have things to do." Honestly, I did not know why she still acted so smug. Clara had already filled me in on their situation earlier. Apparently, after I left, both Damian and Waverly had been fired from their jobs for 'improper conduct' and the negative attention their scandal attracted. Since then, Damian had been selling boxed lunches on the street to support their family. Waverly was, as always, a handful. Clara said she fought with Damian every other day and threw full-blown tantrums whenever things did not go her way.

All the other team of boys laughed except Hercules who is feeling ashamed of the stunts of Ali and Avni “ Guys leave them she is just a kid, don’t pay heed to her “, Hercules said. “ I am serious, If I lose then I will be your puppet for one year and If you lose then……. “, Avni stopped and ginned. “ You will wear the dresses those dresses and dance like cheerleaders for one year “, Alina completed her sentence. “ Hahaha !! keep dream on “, Brandon laughed. “ So I will consider that you lose or you want to have a match with me “, Avni challenged. “ Ok !! we will but we all will not, Brando you go and show her that girls are not made for playing soccer “, John said. “ Yeah sure !! now come on

"Let's bet, say, our manhood." "What the fuck you talking about?" "I'll bet you a blow job WU loses this football game." "You're kidding me." "Nope. We watch the game together. At the end of it the loser sucks off the winner." "You a faggot or something? Yeah, you're hoping you'll lose."

“I was thinking they might take that out a few years ago because it’s not PC or family friendly, but as far as I know, they’re still going to do it.” “What is it?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Memory sighed. “All of the losers line up, and the winners stand across from them, about six feet away. Then, when the signal is given, the winners launch a snowball into the face of the losers. It’s... painful and humiliating. Unless you get a nice person who doesn’t aim for your face or throw it as hard as they can.” “That sounds brutal. And your grandma participated in this?” “Not for years. No one ever beams the elderly in the face, though. Or small children. But you can imagine Kirsten’s velo

I needed to go home. We weren’t even an hour into drowning our sorrows when Gabe, one of my lead warriors, mind-linked me about some rowdy assholes across the room that seemed to be itching for a fight. One of theirs had approached him in the bathroom, asking if we’d be interested in a friendly match. Friendly, meaning not to the death. But bets would be made, money would be tossed around. A winner would be declared and the loser would be a pulp of bloody mess. But the fight would be on two legs, no shifting. If someone broke the rule and shifted, you had the right to kill him for cheating.

Keegan replied, "That was my second account. Just delete it. I'll use my main account from now on." "Okay then." The teenager promptly removed Stella from his friend list and added Keegan as a friend. Then, he entered the lobby Keegan had just created. "Bro, what's the stake of this match? What will happen to the loser?" Keegan calmly replied, "If I lose, I'll cover the cost of the cinema you booked. If you lose..." He paused before saying slowly, "You need to change your game ID." "What? Just that?" "Yeah." The teenager wasted no time, "Sure, but I think there's a higher chance of you losing. You're too old."

Because Thomas was instrumental; protecting him was, at this very moment, protecting Delia and their future. Frank closed his eyes, a silent vow passing through his lips, a promise whispered to the silent city. "Samantha, you crossed a line you can't uncross. You want a war? You've got one. And I promise you, you will lose everything. You will regret the day you ever thought to touch Delia or her child." He would protect Delia, protect her child, protect their future. He would dismantle Samantha's world piece by piece, ensuring that she would never again pose a threat. The game was on, and Frank Torre played to win. Delia and her baby deserved no less.

Right after that, messages began flooding in one after another in the family group chat with the rest of our relatives. "Hey, Miguel! Congrats on having such a smart daughter like Sierra!" "When do you think Sierra will be free to tutor my son sometime? He's sitting for the SATs next year and I'm worried to death about him!" The relatives who mocked us in my past life were now flooding the group chat with tons of congratulatory messages. Some even called Mom and Dad up to congratulate them in person, their voices polite yet fake.

He chuckled softly, "Well, how about you join us for our mini celebration afterwards?" I rolled my eyes, "I would but I have a game the next day. I can't go drinking or staying out too late." Connor rolled his eyes right back at me, "We're not drinking loser, especially since we still have school the next day. We're just going out for pizza, the boys and a few other people on the team." I smirked at him, "We'll see. First you have to win the game before a celebration is even allowed." Connor stood up, "Oh trust me babe, we're definitely going to win." He pulled me up as well, "Let's go get your surprise and then start practicing for our games."