Make the call

Nefretiri

"I win again," Ricky grinned, taking the last of my territory as we finished the game. "You tried, but you're not good at this."

"I don't like these dice," I complained, staring at the dice that came with the box. "I always get the wrong numbers."

"Oh yeah, blame the dice," he chuckled, pleased that he'd beat me again. 

I hated playing Risk with him.

Ricky was a good strategist; I felt all my ideas disappear whenever we played. I felt so stupid around him, and the fact that I dropped out of high school was always hanging over my head. It's not that I think I'm dumb, but it's hard to feel intelligent with Ricky. He's an arrogant, high-IQ person who loves to make you feel stupid by testing your limits.