"Ha, I'm just messing with ya, dweeb. Dan told me to play nice, so I'll play nice." His words says one thing, his tone another. "Tell you what. Why don't we play a friendly game of beer pong?" | I almost have to laugh.
Sure, I'm a light weight when it comes to alcohol (I'd barely even sipped my drink before I'm gone) but my switches will be able to help me out somehow. I also reason that he wants to stay away from me physically, which only serves to bolster my ego.
"Why not?" I say, shrugging, and trying to hide the smile I feel inside. Linda leans over and quickly whispers in my ear,
"Don't do this. He plays all the time, and never loses." | I nod my head, but l'd already made another switch in Dan. The bully starts yelling for everyone to gather around, and watch while he beats the dweeb at beer pong. My smile grows bigger. This time I want an audience to witness his humiliation.
