Games

DEVON'S POV

The TV screen went blank, dimly lit up as the 'you lost' sign stood proudly at its center. I held out my open hand before Ryan, gesturing, and he gave me the game pad.

"You suck at this; give it to me. Let me show you how it's done." 

Having gotten tired of being stuck at the same level all day, he eagerly jumped at the offer, placing the gamepad in my hand. I went at it, easily triumphing over the game opponents. Ryan's eyes widened in awe, a gasp parting his lips as he exclaimed.

"Wow, you are good. Almost as good as Dona even."

"Almost?" I scoffed, holding his gaze for a moment before returning it to my game.

"I taught Dona everything she knows, trust me, she's not better at this than me." Disbelief skewed across his face as he shook his head in objection.

"You must've gotten sloppy, because Dona's gameplay is definitely better than this."

Arching one brow above the other with a smug expression on my face, I said.