Bad Game

“Oh, you want war?!” Cain asks with an hysterical laugh, then he hits the table with both hands, “Then we’ll have war. Easy.”

No one is paying us any mind. They’re just looking at us, annoyed. They know we don’t mean it.

“I have more power than you two, dumbass. I would destroy you.”

“Oh, you’re going to kill us?” He asks in a tone that makes me want to grab his hair and pull it… and I would if there wasn’t a huge table between us, “I don’t think so, Georgette. You’d cry non-stop. Wah, wah, wah. As always. Crybaby.”

“Stop this, for God’s sake,” my father mutters beside me, but to me, there’s no one else in this room but Cain. I also ignore the other murmurs of around us.

“You’re the crybaby, and guess what?” I snap, “I hate you.”

“Fine, I hate you more,” Cain spits back, standing up. God, his eyes look wild. And his hair looks in the perfect length I like, his shoulders look bigger than usual, his lips look so good… “And I hate that you broke up with us because that took away m