Day One – 11:11 AM; Dirk Strider [El Paso, Texas]
"Oh, come on old chap; don't tell me you're getting beaten this easy." taunted Jake English, your best friend, who is currently beating you at a video game.
"Striders don't lose, English."
"Is that so? Well, it seems to me like I'm in first place right now."
You smirk, accelerating your car to pass Jake's. To add insult to injury, you chuck a bolt behind you, which lands on the hood of Jake's car, causing him to veer to the side of the track.
"Like I said: Striders never lose."
Jake laughs. "It seems so. Well played, well played."
The game you two were playing currently was called Blur, a racing game where you had various power-ups. To be quite honest, you weren't really that good at racing games, but the power-ups assisted you in your prowess.
"So, had enough of me schooling you, or do you want to keep trying to fail miserably at this?" you taunt, enjoying the feeling of beating Jake at a game. The two of you rarely saw each other, and whenever he visited, you always treasured the time with him. There were certain "emotions" running throughout your head, but you didn't want to talk to him about those feelings.
"Oh, I say we can go for one more round," he replies as you cross the finish line, placing fourth, "after all, I'd love to see a Strider lose for once."
A/N: This is a rather short chapter, I must admit, but it gets longer when chapter 3 rolls around. Chapter 2 is also short, but please, comment and critique if you could, it helps improve my writing!
