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meandered into the kitchen, Jake leading the way. He opened a cupboard and grabbed some backs of chips and some sodas.
     
    "Do you like root beer?" He asked, holding some cans up.
     
    "Yeah." I told him with a smile. Root beer was my absolute favorite.
     
    I grabbed a can and we headed back downstairs. Jake plopped on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. He snapped open the tab, and took a drink.
     
    "I never took you as the type to play video games."
     
    "I get that a lot."
     
    He looked at me amused. "Really?"
     
    "Yeah. That and that I'm really smart. People usually only talk to me to ask the answers for homework, or for help."
     
    "Oh, that's sad that they're like that. I hope you know that I wouldn't do that to you."
     
    I crossed my legs underneath me, and grabbed some chips. "Really?"
     
    "Yeah. You're suppose to interact with people, not just when you need a favor."
     
    I couldn't of agreed more with his logic.
     
    "Okay, favorites." He told me sitting up. He sat facing me, in my proximity.
     
    "Movie?"
     
    "Iron Man."
     
    "Food?"
     
    "Macaroni."
     
    "Color?"
     
    "Purple."
     
    "Book?"
     
    "The Hunger Games."
     
    "Video game?"
     
    "Too many to count."
     
    My answer earned a laugh from Jake. After recovering, he smiled.
     
    "I like your answers."
     
    Confused, I scrunched up my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
     
    "You gave answers that most other girls wouldn't. I like it, that means you're unique."
     
    I grinned, appreciating his compliment. It meant a lot to me.
     
    "Thanks."
     
    "You ready to get owned?" He gave me his familiar smirk.
     
    I smirked back. "You mean, are you ready to get owned?"
     
    Jake chuckled, sending his whole body into motion. "We have to do this more often."
     
    He took the words right out of my mouth.
     

Chapter 6: Basketball and Wesley
     
    I was over at Jake's again, claiming we were 'working' on our math project. Unfortunately, he was starting to get better at these video games. Soon, he'd catch up to me.
     
    "Aha! Killed you again!" His satisfaction was woven in his words.
     
    I shook my head, seeing his happiness. The game ended, posting our results.
     
    "OH YEAH!" He fist pumped the air, jumping up and down. I couldn't help but laugh at his crazy antics.
     
    He had beaten me. By only one kill. One.
     
    "You got lucky." I told him, raining on his parade.
     
    "Did not. Luck only counts in the lottery!" He was still victory dancing, pleased with finally beating me at something.
     
    His phone beeped in his pocket, so he momentarily stopped his happy dance. He whipped out his cellphone.
     
    "Hello?" He asked. He sat back down on the couch.
     
    "Hey babe." His face lit up as he spoke to his girlfriend.
     
    "What?"
     
    "No, I'm-what? No!" He seemed to become frustrated by what Cynthia was saying. I wondered if I should leave the room to give him some privacy, but I decided against it. If he didn't want me to hear the conversation, then he would've left already.
     
    "Cynthia, please. No, that's a lie! I love you!" He was standing up, running his hands through his hair.
     
    "Please Cynthia. Listen to me. I would never cheat on you."
     
    "Don't you dare do this to me when I haven't done anything!" He told her, exasperated.
     
    "Fine, bye."
     
    He closed his cellphone shut, looking glum. His face was still red from shouting.
     
    "Are you alright?" I asked him, concerned.
     
    He sat next to me and sighed. "Yeah. Actually, I'm a lot better now." He smiled.
     
    I had no idea what the call was about, but clearly, he thought it was for the better. But something kept nagging on the back of my mind. Why would he smile after getting mad at his girlfriend? I hoped he'd tell me when he felt like explaining. He never did tell me what the call was about that day, so it made me curious.
     
    The following school day was boring as usual. I was putting my things in my locker so I could head to lunch. After I did, I went to the lunchroom and waited in