Chapter 13

I kicked Don’s ass big time. We ended up playing FIFA, and I won him seven to none. I mean, nada, zilch. He didn’t even get close to my goal area. 

Kidding again. Of course, he got to my goal area, but my defense was on fire.

Don became really pissy afterward, climbing into his bed and scrolling through his phone, fitfully ignoring me. I, on the other hand, felt so comfortable and goofy, and I started singing a made-up, tuneless song about him being a sore loser.

“So the next tiiiime you feel like playing, just rememberrrr that I’m a zillion times betterrr than youuuu!” I drew it out and ended the serenade with a popped hip and mic drop. 

Don glanced up from his phone and scowled at me, “You just gave me a headache.”

I bent down to pick up the water bottle I used as the microphone and tipped it toward him, “Well, you gave me multiple levels of heart attacks when you made me break into a precinct.”

He slowly put his phone down and pinned