Nineteen: Hell Yeah!
“Colton! Help me!” I yell and barge into the loud room of his, panicking a little over the offer Nick gives me which could be a great advantage for me in my job. He just laying there, with a joystick in his hands and eyes focused on the TV screen.
Home earlier, playing video games longer. Typical of him.
What confuses me the most is, how can he plays those war video games in focus with music playing this loud? Isn’t he going to kill himself in those war video games? Or get himself killed by others? Huh, it probably heightened the adrenaline in his blood so he's like in a killing spree mode. Make a little sense, actually.
But, doesn’t he have another thing to do? Like assignment from his college classes? It bores and annoys me by just looking at him like that, laying on his bed, with joystick in his hands.
He takes a glance at me and focuses himself back to his games, killing his enemies. “What happened?” I take a seat next to him and turn to him. “Teach me to play baseball.”
He lets out a sigh and put his game on a pause mode and sit as he turns his body around, groaning a little. “Why in all of a sudden you want me to teach you baseball?”
“Just teach me.”
“You’re trying to get into the team, aren’t you?” He smirks at me, with eyebrows raise in amusement.
Of course I am. If I’m not, then I wouldn’t ask you to teach me.
“Yeah. You already know about the exception, right?”
He lets out a little chuckles, nodding once. “Yeah. Coach told us if we can find the right girl for the team, he promised that he would give each of us one set of a brand new baseball equipment. It’s just cool. New member, new equipment. It sucks that I'm not in high school anymore. I know you'll get into the team and if I'm still in high school, I will be so fucking happy to get those new equipment for myself.”
“That sounds kind of dope. If that's so, please, teach me to play it.”
“Why are you asking me to?” He looks at me questioningly for a seconds until his lips turns into a smirk as his face shows an amusement look. “Oh, don’t tell me. I bet it’s about Matthew, isn’t it?” And those words make my cheek suddenly burn in embarrassment. Wait, why am I even blushing? What the heck? I hate that boy and now he mentioned his name and my the blood in my cheeks boil just like that?
“Well, some part because of him and some part because I want to. I just want to try new thing.” I shrug.
“Okay, How about now?” He smirks, and I return it.
This is going to be a hell of a fun afternoon.
“Damn, how can you learn so fast?” He takes his water bottle and gulp down every drops of water in it, seems very exhausted. I look away smugly, folding my arms over my chest and smirk. “Because I have the skill.”
He chuckles at me and I turn my attention back to him. “It’s a good thing, though. You can get tested for the team tomorrow.” He grins.
“Yeah, thanks to you.” I smile.
“No problem. I’m feeling like a coach when I’m teaching you.” He smiles too proudly with his arms folded in front of his chest. He does teach me like a real coach, though, and that's an effing real talent he gets there.
“Maybe you’ll be a coach someday.” I smile, and then remember something and grin.
Too bad for him. He has something else waiting for him in the future that definitely has nothing to do with coaching. And it has to be suck for him to can't live his dream.
“But I guess that’s no. Because you have to run Uncle Henry’s company.”
“You ruin my dream.” His lips curve downwards into a deep frown.
“I’m not. Because it is the truth.” I shrug.
“Ah, it’s sad that you’re right.”
We sit there in silence, with our backs leaning onto the tree trunk. Until Colton says, “Any improvement on your spy thing?”
“Nothing. Because that damn boy making things harder by avoiding me for these past days.” I let out a loud sigh at the thought of him.
“He's still mad?”
“Of course! What else making him avoiding me?” I let out a frustrated groan and run my fingers through my hair.
“Just give him a time. I know sooner or later he will apologize to you.”
“Ha, no.” I scoff, rolling my eyes at the idea. “No way in hell he would be the one who says the apology. It should be me. Because of me slapping him, his friends blaming this on me and make me apologize to him.”
“They’re right. It’s your fault.” I turn at him, looking at him wide-eyed in disbelief.
So now he's siding up with his friends? How sucks! Even my own cousin hates me. He hated me, though.
“What?! Are you kidding me? You saw what happened that night!”
“Oh come on, Sophie. You’re the one who slapped him in the first place, so that’s basically your fault.” He says with obviousness in his voice.
“And he’s the one who’s calling me names in the first place!” I retort, looking at him with a scowl already showing on my face. He sighs and says, “I know. That time I was hoping you can control your anger. But no, you’re not. And now, you get the taste of your own medicine.”
I keep scowling at him, angry at his words. I keep staring at him, thinking about a word that could retort his damn sentence. But nothing comes into this head of mine because he's kind of right. And now, the only thing I can do just scowling at his calm face.
“Don’t be mad at me. I’m not defending him or what. If you can control your anger better than him, the slapping would never happened. But of course, we can’t go back in time to change that. So, you better learn from your mistakes to do better in your future.”
How could he be a goddamn wise person? Never thought he could be the wise one in this planet among all the people I know.
“If you’re asking yourself what to do now, hear me out. Get into the team, apologize to him, and build a good relationship with him. And things would be much more easier for you and your job. Even if you have to betray him; Making yourself a traitor.”
Betray him. I hate betrayal. It’s one of the cruelest things to do to other. Betraying a person means that I break the trust they have with me. And their heart. But in this kind of job, I should. But I'm definitely going to feel bad about it after this ends.
“Okay then. I guess you-” He cut my words. “Na uh, I’m very right.” I scowl at him again. “Ugh, okay fine. You’re so fucking right.”