"Give that to me, you son of a bitch die."
"No cursing, Mag."
"Hell fuck yeah, I freaking won, in your face, Damion. How do you feel about it now? I'm going to beat your ass in the next match as well fucker." Mag raised the middle finger toward Damion's face, feeling proud of herself.
"Stop bragging, and let's play another match before you sleep." Damion didn't care much about her disrespect and held the game console to play another round.
Smoothly slipping to sit right beside Damion, she changed to game from a gangster war game to a candy rush racing game, hooked his arm, leaned on his body, and grinned.
Creak-
Opening the door at that same exact moment was Mag's mother. Her eyes softened at the sight, and she quietly left after making sure the two were enjoying their time.
