Twenty minutes into a game of soccer, and Melvin realized that Kimberly had lied to him, seeing how she was effortlessly scoring goals and defending her net.
"You lied," Melvin said with narrowed eyes and she giggled.
"I told you I'm a fast learner…"
"Bullshit, Kim! You lied! Who taught you how to play? Who is the bastard that taught my girlfriend how to play PS?" He asked, making her howl with laughter.
"Why do you think a guy taught me?" She asked in amusement.
"Then was it a girl?" He asked, and she grinned.
"No. It was a guy," she said, and he glared at her.
"Who was it? Was it Tristan?" Melvin asked and she laughed.
"Calm down, Melvin. I don't even remember the name of the guy. It was a long time ago," she said and Melvin looked at her doubtfully.
"Why don't I believe that?" he asked and she chuckled.
"Shouldn't you be happy that your girlfriend can play with you?" she asked and he scowled.
