NinjaJumper: You’re very pretty!
TheGamer_JDB: Wooooow
ScoutMeOut(mod): I’m with Kawa… this is low, Blue…
RodKneeonComs(mod): Bro! I think you’re beautiful, bro! Brotiful!
PourSomeSuga(mod): Uggo…
“If no one got me, then at least, Rodney’s got me!” I give the camera a pout. “Once I realized I was being stared at so thoroughly, I waited because surely, he was staring because he knew me, right, chat? Sometimes I just get this sixth sense, knowing when someone is being too shy to approach. So I did the only logical thing! I approached him.”
Dono:Roses are red, Violets are blue. You’re so full of yourself, you smell like poo.
My eye starts to twitch. “Right,” I say, looking over at my notification screen. “Thanks for the dono, Oliver and Company. Real mature. If you’re not careful, Glasses, this Oliver guy is gonna steal your literature degree.” GlassesforDayz comments that he’s not scared, making me smile and ExcitedOwl comment about how smart Glasses is.
“I walk up to him and offer to take a picture with him. He’s so fucking still and awkward that it was downright painful. He made me feel like I was being an idiot, or that he was better than me? Likebro? You’re the one who was staring at me throughout the whole store! I took the picture and he just stared at the picture for way too long without even saying thank you or anything like that. I was playing itso cool, chat, but on the inside I was dying a little bit.”
I hear a ping and look over to my Discord where Pally just threw a message at me. She’s warning me that there’s an interesting dono incoming.
Dono:That is not what happened.
My eyes widen as the words are read out. I look at the name. “Okay, Makiplaysvolleyball. First of all, thank you for the dono, but more importantly, how the fuck would you know?” I wait a few minutes, just scanning chat in order to calm my racing heart. I don’t have to wait long.
Dono:You are talking about me and that is not what happened.
“You’re shitting me. You’re actually shitting my dick right now. No fucking way,” I breathe out, running a hand through my blue hair. “If you’re really the guy I met today, then what was I wearing?”
Chat is going absolutely wild. I watch my viewer count start to spike, hitting 40k between one blink and another. Shit. This could be bad, but I’m also so fucking curious where this will go.
Dono:You were wearing jeans and a hoodie with a video game logo on the front. I did not recognize it but my friend says it is from ‘Sugar Land World’. You are exaggerating your story. I was not rude to you or thought I was better than you. The same cannot be said about your behavior.
Just like that, all hell breaks out.
MischiefRus: Oh my gods!
TwinkleKawa(vip): The tea is SCORCHING
Azaad(mod): I have a bad feeling about this…
PourSomeSuga(mod): This might actually be the best day of my life
IwaZilla(vip): *watches this unfold*
SqueakyWheel(mod): I am SAT
“That’s it,” I say, suddenly jumping over to my other screen. “If you were really the guy, why don’t you call me and we can straighten this out. Let chat hear your side of the story, big guy.”
I send him a private message and suddenly, I’m adding him to a call. Ignoring Azaad’s pleas that this is a really stupid idea, I hit call.
“Hello.”
Chapter Four
Maki
At the end ofpractice, we always do serving drills. Our coach likes to tell us that ‘repetition is the mother of success’ and I’m inclined to agree. If you practice something enough, it becomes second nature which means it is replicable during a game.
As everyone wanders over to one side of the court, their bin of balls rolled behind them, Kent walks to the opposite side of thecourt with me. He takes the right side and I take the left. As a libero, I specialize in the defense of our volleyball team. I can’t spike or serve, so my individual practice starts now.
