Chapter 22

Keira

Time surely flies by when you’re having fun. We didn’t even notice that it has started to get dark outside. After exhausting ourselves on the DDR machine, Ethan pulled me toward several others until we tried out every game in the arcade. All but one.

“Do you want to know another thing that I’m good at?” Ethan asks, proudly smirking at me after winning the basketball game.

I scoff at his confidence, competitive spirit awakened after he wiped the floor with me at most of the games. “What?” I ask in a challenge.

Ethan grins, then points his arm straight to his left without breaking eye contact. “Wanna bet?” he asks, eyebrow quirking in a challenge, as my eyes land on the shooting game he just pointed at. “Loser buys snacks.”

I bark out a harsh laugh. “Oh, you are so on!

There are many things I’m good at, but it appears killing zombies isn’t one of them. In the end, Ethan wins and I whine all the way to the snack bar.

“Not fair,” I whine as Ethan places an order for burgers and drin