Diana's P. O. V
K. O.
The screen read, Luca was on his feet, rubbing in the fact that I had just lost to him. I actually lost to him, fuck losing, I was, slaughtered massacred even.
"Real mature Lu." I said, he stopped his childish victory dance and faced me.
"Don't be a sore loser D. You'll get em next time." He said, grabbing a controller from the table.
"How about another game?!." Luca proposed, he really seemed to love games, even more than I did as a matter of fact.
"You've won already!. Just tell me what it is I have to do and say it quick before I lose the courage to do it." I said.
He sat back on the couch, drinking a cola he took from the fridge.
"What if I say that I just wanted to play with you and had no hidden agenda behind it?." He sheepishly asked.
"Then I'd say that you're a dumbass to think you can fool me with that bullshit. So quit the suspense and just tell me." I voiced out.