I was one of many kids at Creative, a play place for children ten and under who were left under the supervision of adults to watch us while we got to play with games, toys, paints and sometimes even make crafts. It was honestly a lot of fun. Most of the adults there were really nice and I enjoyed it when my father would drop me off for an hour or two. I'd try a little bit of everything that it had to offer, but I usually ended up back at the video games.
Not that I didn't have them back at home, but usually I didn't get to play with other kids. At Creative I'd get to play two player games alongside other children and it earned me a few friends I still have to this day. It didn't really matter what the game was, I'd play just about anything I got the chance to and enjoyed it all. Video games were one of my favorite pastimes and for me they didn't really mean anything more than that. Just another thing to do with people I enjoyed.
Then I met the Angry Booby Lady, and learned what fighting games were.
No one really knew her name at Creative, she told everybody that asked to call her "Auntie". She was kind of weird compared to the other adults that worked there. While she spent time with us she was pretty nice but when she played video games she acted like a completely different person. It wasn't uncommon for her to pick on or tease other kids if she beat them in a match, even if they didn't know what they were doing. Sometimes if she lost she'd outright yell at the kid she was playing against and accuse them of cheating. Other times if she won she'd call you a "scrub" and if you were a boy she would say you'd never get to touch her boobs in a hundred years. One time I swear I watched her choke a kid out in a leg lock and then do the same thing to her boss when she got in trouble for it. For the life of me I couldn't tell you how Auntie managed to keep her job but somehow she did, even after she finally got popular online and started making money from streaming.
Years later I was too old to go to Creative anymore, but Auntie never really left my mind. Because of her something in me changed. I wanted to get good at video games. I wanted to be able to beat her at Street Fighter. I really, truly wanted to touch her boobs like she teased so often that she'd let you do if you could beat her. So I started practicing... a lot. I began labbing like crazy, studying as much as I could to get an edge: frame rate data, input lag, i-frames, animation cancels, I had to learn everything. Eventually I started my own Twitch channel with the name Rush Down and began to seriously study how to play. Other games still kept my interest and sometimes I'd leave fighters for a while to play a new single player game when it came out. But I never stopped watching Auntie's streams, and making sure that whatever fighting game she was playing I'd try to be better than her.
I played against CG online a few times and managed to win. She'd insult me of course without really knowing who I was, but that was fine. If Auntie was mad at you it was because she couldn't beat you. And she wasn't going to show you any respect if you couldn't beat her at her own game. The thing was I didn't want her to just say my name on her Twitch streams or to acknowledge me as a good player. I needed Command Grab to see me up close in person. It wasn't enough to just win against her, I wanted Auntie to know who I was again. Even if I was years too old to go to Creative anymore. So I came up with a plan.
Local tournaments were no good if I wanted to keep her attention. There were too many people at them and guys either wanted to win against her publicly or just wanted her attention as they flocked around her. If I was going to make sure she noticed me I had to find a place where I could keep her focus on me alone. There were some popular arcades in town that still managed to get new fighting game cabinets and I knew that sometimes she visited those places to compete against locals. So my objective became clear: I had to beat her the very first time we met again.
That wasn't easy to do. Not because she was so much better than me, but there wasn't much of a reason for people to go to arcades anymore regularly. I picked one day out of the week, one where I knew she didn't normally do her Twitch streams and I'd go there and spend some time playing on the Street Fighter V cabinet. Weekly I practiced, taking on anyone else that played as well and learning more and more. Weeks turned into months and eventually I'd been going regularly through the whole summer. The longer this went on the more I began to question what I was doing with my free time. Even if she did come here, played against me and I won, what would stop her from just calling me a scrub and leaving? Maybe I was just another idiot like those guys on her chat that always talked about how much they wanted to touch her boobs too. No one really special, just a horny dumb ass.
"Hey kid, mind if I play?" A woman's voice asked from behind me, my heart feeling like it stopped as it hit my ears. I didn't mean to do it, but when my head turned back the first thing I saw was her chest. The yellow tank top she had on was gripped tight around her cleavage and brought direct attention to it. My head finally panned up to see the cocky smile on her face, long black hair wrapped up above her head in a tall hair bun.
"Yeah, that's cool." I answered, probably taking too long to control my breathing. She was even prettier in person than I remembered.
"Hope you've had your fun cause I'm about to take over this machine from you." Command Grab said, dropping a quarter into the slot and interrupting my game against the computer. I suddenly became very aware of my own body and just how tall she was next to me. My legs were threatening to shake me right off my feet but I did everything to hold myself up. If she saw me get flustered just because she was next to me I was going to get laughed out of the arcade before I ever got my chance to impress her.
"You're playing Karin, seriously kid? Don't tell me you're one of those weebs who only pick her for her classic costume?."
"She's my main." I explain, telling the truth. Not that I liked her just because she was a popular pick with a great model, but I needed to be sure I was doing my best in case this very situation finally happened.
"Oh yeah, let's see it then." Her choice on the screen moved over to Akuma, exactly who I figured she'd play from her years of streaming. "You're so screwed, hope you don't start balling after I corner your ass and body you into the ground.."
"Girls don't like boys that cry when they lose." I replied to her taunt, Command Grab giving me a once over after that. To be honest I didn't even know why I'd said it. Sure those words were something I believed but I wasn't trying to sound cool right then. It just felt like I was acknowledging the truth. After that the fight was on, and it was embarrassing to say but I wasn't at the top of my game in the first round. I could tell she was feeling me out: zoning defensively, playing footsies, and sticking with safe combos. After watching so many of her streams online I knew exactly how she liked to fight and she wasn't taking me seriously yet. The first round went to me but just barely.
She began muttering things at this point, saying how she let me have that round cause she wanted to see if I was even worth playing seriously. To my horror she came at me stronger and I was staggering. Somehow my nerve got shaken up and before I knew it she was pressuring me from a distance with fireballs. I was making amature mistakes, getting baited by her spam and allowing her to set me up into unbreakable attack strings. When the second round went to her the muttering stopped and she went on full blast, hurling insults my ways and calling me a bottom-tier loser like it was second nature coming out of her mouth. That was the worst sign of all, I was falling out of her sight. She'd already won in her mind. Above all that couldn't happen, no matter what I had to make a strong comeback and download her inputs. Beat her down before she could execute anything else.
The third round I played even harder than I expected to. My eyes became tunnel visioned on the screen and I never let her get that needed distance between our characters again. Instead I rushed her down and punished her for attempting any counters or breakers every false read I saw and laying into her with everything I had. She was leaning forward now, getting closer to the screen while we played for dominance but eventually there wasn't any way for her to turn the match around. I beat her with a command grab and she was growling like a chain saw. "Fuurrrrrrrrrrshch!" She slid out, impressively not swearing out loud in the middle of a public place. In a weird way I was proud, she didn't even accomplish restraint like that in front of the kids when I was at Creative. "Alright you little scrub, we're gonna run it back now, you cheap fraud."
"If you want." I said, actually trying to sound cool this time. Her thumb hit the arcade cabinet rough as she shoved another quarter inside and got ready to play. It was just like I'd planned, now I had her full attention. All I had to do was keep it. To do that I'd been preparing for this mission for years with a simple goal; just keep winning.
"Sonova-'' She growled out, losing another match to me. Another plunk of a coin filling the cabinet. "What kind of shiiiiirrrr!" Holding back another curse with another loss, another quarter slid in. "You've gotta be kidding me! You think those combos are clever!? You think that flow chart garbage makes you a good player!? Run it back!" Her words were barely directed at me anymore, almost yelling at the characters on the screen as yet another quarter went in. This went on and on. If it had been anyone else I would have quit by now, never having found it very fun to play against someone that just constantly complained out loud. But I needed this, I needed her to see me. When I finally got a perfect K.O. she let one slip. "Mother fucker!" She said clear as day, breath hot and chest heaving. Jacket having come off her shoulders long ago so she could focus on playing better. When her hand reached out to pick it up off a nearby stool I knew she was getting ready to leave.
"I'll be here next week if you want to try again." I said, looking to sound as cocky as I possibly could to taunt her. She snapped her head in my direction and I could see what might have been pure hate looking down at me. Eyes that locked on to my own with a glare that could murder. At that moment she may have actually been considering how to dispose of my body in the most discreet manner.
"You think I'm coming back here to waste my time with some little gremlin!? Have fun playing with your own joystick tonight imagining those digital tits cause you sure as hell ain't ever going to touch a pair of real ones you virgin scrub tier midget. Try picking an actual good character instead of garbage like Karin next time, loser." She spat at me, turning to leave the arcade, nearly bowling over several other kids in her way. I waited until she left and then found a place to sit down to catch my breath, abandoning my game. There wasn't a need to play anymore today, it had served its purpose.
"I did it... I won." I said, overjoyed and covering my mouth to hide the huge smile on my face. "I beat her! I beat her and she talked to me!" Despite my elation I did my best to hold back how happy I was. Not wanting her to come back in and see how much that it had meant to me. The most important thing was making sure she returned to the arcade thinking I didn't care one way or another about her.
But I did care, of course. I watched her streams all that week to see if she happened to mention me at all. Nothing came up though, she didn't talk about going to the arcade or playing matches against anyone that wasn't a person online. Maybe she wanted to avoid letting people know where to find her? Even though I wanted to be sure I impressed her I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when she didn't say anything. Still with what little hope I clinged on to, I went back to the arcade that week to hold my spot at the arcade machine, waiting for her to appear. A few others played against me but most of them were gone after I beat them a few times, not really caring to actually challenge someone. I was about to give up the machine to the next kid that walked past me when the sound of a jacket falling on a stool was quickly followed by a quarter getting shoved into the slot.
It was her again. I could feel myself gasp in surprise but did my best not to say anything. She wasn't looking at me, instead picking her character right away and going into the fight. Akuma again of course, Command Grab skipping past the opening animation for the characters to get right into the match. Gathering myself up I prepared to battle her again. This time I wasn't playing as Karin, but instead as Ken since he'd been a favorite of mine from a long time ago.
The fact he was a popular one meant she had a better idea on how to fight against me. It didn't help that he wasn't my best character either. Maybe I was thrown off that she'd actually come back like I'd hoped because when we had our first match she wiped the floor with me. I looked over to see that she wasn't even cracking a smile, instead deadly focused on the screen. Deciding I needed to be as dedicated I pushed past the amazing situation I was in and focused on beating my opponent. It was closer this time but I understood how to get past her attacks, shut down her rushdowns and strike the openings that she left. By the third match I'd come into a pretty good understanding of what to do and while it was a closer fight I still came out on top. She responded to it with her usual grace. "Goddamn Ken playing cheap ass upper cutting punk thinking you can just do that all day like you don't have a single other move to use!?"
"Do you want to try again?" I asked her, CG glaring down at me and hitting the coin slot with another quarter. It carried on like that for five more matches. No matter how bodied she got, she grew more serious with each passing match and I had to admit she was pushing me into the red, but thankfully I managed to stay ahead of her. No perfects, not many clean wins and each match put me on edge but the victories stayed on my side where I needed them. My heart was pounding from being so close to her, knowing she came back all this way to play against me and me alone. "You're doing really good today, Auntie."
"...wait, what did you call me?" Command Grab asked. I realized my mistake instantly, letting that name for her slip.
"I... uh... just said you're playing really well this time."
"Hmph. I'm not even really trying. You've got no idea what you're in for, kid." She said, seeming to go past my slip up as I let out a breath. "So, you play in any tournaments? I haven't seen you at any of the locals around here."
"Uh... sometimes, yeah. I do. Mainly onlines but not a lot..." I felt thrown off from the question, not expecting her to talk with me so casually.
"Oh yeah? Got a Twitch channel you play on?" She asked, I could feel her move closer and bop against me with her hip. When I tried to answer my concentration was broken by the fact my character was already getting hit in game. Quickly moving to recover from the attacks she was laying into me I tried to respond.
"Rush Down! My channel name is Rush Down. But uh, the O is a zero."
"You don't say?" She sounded a lot more confident now as she took the first match easily. I didn't get it, how did she take over the fight that fast? "I've got a Twitch channel too."
"Oh yeah? What... what's it called?"
"I think you already know." She said, her hip bumping against me again. It wasn't enough to knock me off the controller but it felt like she was hitting me so firmly that it could shove me right out of my shoes. Before I knew it not only was I losing the match but she'd taken me out with a fully charged Critical Art. It was a completely flashy victory, the kind that was meant to rub your opponent's face in it. "Yeah! Finally put you in your place you little turd! What do you think of that!?"
"I... I..." I was shook. Completely to my core. After just saying a few words to me she managed to mess up my game plan entirely. Everything I'd worked for to keep her attention, to keep her respect, falling down like a house of cards. The loss was so stunning that I nearly felt tears coming on.
"Hey kid." She said, my head turning up to her. "No one's behind you, are we playing again or what?" I stopped to see that indeed no one else was waiting on us. It was just me and her at the cabinet. Mustering up my confidence I put a quarter into the coin slot and prepared to fight her again. "None of that fan service garbage again I hope."
"I can play other characters." I explain, picking Necalli this time instead.
"Went with some garbage-tier jobber? Guess I can expect that from some little gremlin. At least you didn't pick Blanka." She said with a mocking tone. I made sure to keep my wits about me this time though, even if she was actually chatting with me now I had to be sure I reclaimed my victory. The fight was still more even than I had expected but when I took the first round I could feel my confidence coming back.
"I like your Twitch streams." I finally admitted to her, she already knew I was a fan after all by simple deduction. "They're fun to watch."
"Heh, I bet. Lots of guys watch them all the time." She replied, though her joking tone was leaving as I managed to still hold the advantage in the fight. "Shit... hm... so, you were at Creative, huh?" The question made me almost let go of the joystick on the machine and she made sure to punish me for it, laughing as she did. "Damn kid, you're easier to read than your command inputs, you know that? One upset and it's all over your face." The second match went to her after that, somehow every time she shook up my confidence the wins fell into her favor.
It was totally different playing against her like this. When I fought her online it had been under a different name than my Twitch handle to keep me anonymous from her. I wanted to see if I could win, if I could defeat her fair and square. It took some tries but after practicing I eventually learned how to fight her favorite characters and it earned me a few online victories and a lot of cursing through the headset into my ear. Naturally I was just one of dozens of people online to her then, just another face in the crowd for her audience to watch her get mad at. Like this though with her right next to me, it was hard to keep my heart from fluttering. Even when she was insulting me.
"Yeah, I was at Creative." I admitted. "You taught me how to play Street Fighter when I was there."
"No shit!?" She asked, sounding proud of herself. "Hm... jeez, how many years ago was that?"
"Six or something, I think?"
"Well you look too big to go there now, that's for sure." She replied. "Did I kick your ass before?"
"Oh yeah. You beat like every kid there mercilessly." Command Grab actually laughed remembering that, still sounding proud of herself. The fight carried on and somewhere along the conversation she managed to defeat me again. "You'd laugh like that too when you won."
"Oh yeah?" She asked, smirking down at me with a cocky smile. "Mean old Auntie, huh?"
"Actually some kids called you the Angry Booby Lady."
"Pff! That a fact? Hm... well, looks like you lost to the Angry Booby Lady again, kid. Nice meeting you." Her hand reached down to pick up her coat, that's when panic hit me. She beat me twice, she knew my secret, suddenly I wasn't of interest to her anymore. There wasn't anything left to keep her here. I had to do something right now, something drastic. So I pulled the only move I had left.
"Just a second!" I said, stopping her before she could put her jacket back on. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out the money I'd been keeping folded together in a plastic money clip I'd won with tickets from this very arcade. It had been on these bills ever since I'd formulated this plan and they were finally going to see their day. "One more match. Winner takes all."
"You serious? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" She asked curiously.
"I've got... seventy dollars here." I said, flipping through the bills to be positive I was holding true to my word. "You beat me, it's all yours." She was looking at the money suspiciously, not really understanding what this was all about. But I had her interest now and that was what I needed. I knew she sometimes made more cash than this getting donations on her streams. In particular the ones where she would rage so hard she ripped her tank tops. But an easy seventy bucks should have been enough to keep her with me.
"Alright, I'm listening." She said, setting her jacket back down. "So you got money you're putting up like we're at the backstage of EVO, huh? What exactly do you want from me? Looking to get a mention on my channel or something?"
"If I win... if I win... then..." I swallowed a lump in my throat. This was it, the moment I'd been waiting for. "I want to touch your boobs..."
"...Bwah ha ha ha ha!" Command Grab laughed, nearly doubling over from what I'd just said to her. "Seriously!? Are you being for real right now?" Her reaction shook my confidence again but I was fighting hard to keep on my feet, if there was any time I was going to make good on this bet this was it. When she saw I didn't back down she shook her head. "You can't really expect me to agree to that."
"Why not? It's a fair deal."
"Are you an idiot!? Do you have any idea what you're even saying?" She asked, looking around to see if anyone was listening in on them. "Fine, let's see what you got."
"Really!?" I asked, feeling my heart nearly leap out my throat.
"But!" She corrected me. "Perfect K.O. You can perfect me twice in a row, I'll take you up on it." That made me stop. I knew she wasn't a slouch. It was possible to beat her with a perfect win but actually landing that would be tough. All it would take was one little hit and I'd be out of my money and my lucky shot. "Well?"
"I'm in." I said, letting out a shaky breath."
"Damn, kid. You got more guts than I'd expect." She said, handing me back my money. "Put that in your pocket before someone steals it off the machine."
"Okay." I agreed, the game having long come to an end before while we were talking. Putting in quarters we both took our sides of the machine again and chose our characters. Being at my peek was imperative so I took Karin. She was my one chance for victory.
"Going with the fan service again?" Command Grab teased.
"I have to take my best pick or I'll lose." I explained. She didn't tease me any further after that, taking this just as seriously.
The first fight was a nail biter. She was acting more unpredictable and casual than usual, forcing me to guess her moves and be defensive. I couldn't tell if she was going easy on me or if this was a strategy but by playing slower I could feel all my hairs standing straight up with tension. After a match that went down to the last twenty seconds I'd finally managed to take her down with a well timed throw. Letting out a breath as I secured my first perfect K.O.
"Lucky break, little man. Lucky break." She said confidently, coming at me even harder in the next round. I responded in kind trying to fight her just as hard despite the added pressure. "Don't go fantasizing about me too much now or you're gonna lose focus." She said but it was the opposite. Knowing that my chances were finally so close all I could think about was my goal. Reaching it, finally getting to realize the thing I'd been imagining for years now. I was still untouched in the fight, still going strong. Wouldn't it impress her even more if I could win with a Critical Art? Seeing my chance I went for it.
And she countered me with a simple fireball that I ran straight into.
"No!" I said realizing what was happening, but it was too late. My perfect victory, my one chance, it was already lost.
I still finished the match with her, even winning the fight in the end. But I lost the battle that mattered. As my character moved around while her victory animation played I reached into my pocket. Pulling out the money that she'd rightfully won.
"Hey, kid?" Command Grab asked. "After you lost that second perfect you lost the bet, you know?"
"Yeah, I know." I admitted.
"So how come you kept fighting?"
"Cause I'm not one of those scrublords that drops out of a game just cause I'm losing." I explained, lifting my hand up to give her the money. However instead of taking it she lifted up her jacket and put it on.
"You want to see my motorcycle?" Command Grab asked and my head snapped up to look at her face.
"Uh... yeah! Yeah, I'd like to." I answered as she turned and motioned for me to follow her. Walking out behind her a few kids shot glances my way but no one said anything, which was fine as I couldn't really focus on anyone but the woman in front of me. Following her out of the arcade she led me to her bike which was parked just outside. She'd mentioned she had a motorcycle before on Twitch but I'd never seen it myself in person. "Wow, this is cool!"
"Yep, paid for this with the donations I got beating down scrubs online. Reminder that I stand above all those fucking losers that can't match me." She said with a mean snicker. Picking up her helmet off the bike she tossed it to me, my hands flailing to catch it as it came flying my direction. "Put that on."
"I... um... do you have one too for yourself?"
"It's sweet you're worried about me kid but I'm not about to have you smash your brains everywhere if we get in an accident." She explained, jumping on the bike and bringing it to life with a roar. Frantically I made sure to get the helmet on my head and jumped on the bike behind her. Clueless as to why she was having me come along with her but not about to refuse the invitation. My arms wrapped around her stomach and held on as we hit the road, the motorcycle engine pounding as loud as my heart. Every moment of this was pure bliss.
We rode for a distance on the pavement until I felt the bike shift, Auntie yelling back that I needed to lean with her. Following her directions I moved with her body as she pulled into what looked like a minimart gas station that wasn't too far away from the arcade. She coasted the bike around behind the building and parked it, stepping off when the engine stopped. "Watch your legs, okay? The metal's hot on this thing."
"O-okay." I said, hopping off the bike as well and taking the helmet off. "Uh... Aun- I mean, CG, what are we doing here?"
"Shut up for a sec." She instructed, walking up to a door and knocking on it. When there was no sound or answer she opened it up and looked inside. "Alright, it's vacant. C'mon." Motioning with her hand I did as she instructed, walking inside of what was a unisex bathroom for the gas station. Walking in behind me she locked the door, sliding her jacket off her shoulders. "Okay, so here's the rules. Only use your hands, anything I tell you to stop you stop when I say to and you don't go sharing this with anyone. Online or in person, got it?"
"G-got it." I answered, still confused on what she was talking about. "So what are we-" That was when the shirt came off. "Whoa!"
"You better believe 'whoa' is right." She said, setting her shirt on the support bar in the bathroom. "Honestly you're lucky this place was clean when I looked inside or we'd have stopped right here."
"I... uh... great?" I said, eyes transfixed on the large breasts before me, held back by a blue bra she'd worn underneath. Turning around she looked over her shoulder at me.
"First test, noob. You want to touch these titties you gotta unhook this bra." Command Grab said, waiting for me to prove myself. Somehow this seemed like a more dangerous test than trying to get the double perfect, but being a coward wasn't going to get me where I was striving to be. Slowly approaching I put my hands on the back of her bra, pulling lightly and twisting to test it. "You really are a virgin, aren't you? Never even seen your mama's bra before?"
"That would be weird to look at..." I complained, though held my words back as I eventually figured out to pull in on both sides and let the clasps fall away.
"Beginner's luck." Command Grab scoffed, slipping the straps down her shoulders and turning around. "Don't pass out just cause it's more than you've ever seen before." Cupping her palms over her breasts she let her bra fall forward and revealed her chest to me.
"Damn!" I blurted out. Not meaning to swear but the emphasized word expressed my excitement as it came out of my mouth. They were big. I already knew they'd be big but somehow in front of me they were bigger than I ever imagined. Beautiful too. She was like some kind of goddess, the kind of woman you'd see drawn with exaggerated proportions on fan art about video game girls. Looking up at her eyes and took a step forward and laid my hands on her breasts.
"You're on a timer so you better make the most of it." She explained, my hands getting to work as I felt the soft skin beneath my fingers. I gripped lightly, squeezing her breasts and lifting them up lightly to feel their weight.
"You're really pretty..." I muttered, my fingers finding her nipples and rubbing my thumbs against them.
"Shit, I feel bad for whatever girlfriend you somehow get after this, having to follow up after me." She said in her normal cocky tone. Though my focus was on the feeling of her nipples against my hands. They were becoming stiff and harder to the touch. I lightly rubbed them between my thumb and finger with a small pinch. "Careful there, these ain't fucking water ballons y'know."
"Sorry." I say, approaching her closer. "Hey Auntie, can I use my mouth?" I asked, seeing her expression change to one I didn't expect. Hard to identify but she didn't look upset. Instead a little flustered herself.
"Don't call me Auntie when we're like this..." She mumbled. "Fine, make it quick." With permission given I moved forward and sucked at her breast, licking her nipple as I sucked at the skin in my mouth. I could hear her make small panting noises as I did, my head moving to her other breast and being sure to do the same while my hand took the place of my tongue. "Fuck... are you... trying to get a drink or something down there? Sucking hard enough on 'em."
"Mmm." I groaned, not really wanting to take my mouth away from her skin. It was hot, tasted like sweat but still somehow exactly the thing I'd wanted against my tongue for years now. One of her hands came up on top of my head and began to stroke my hair. The positive feeling of her fingers touching my head made me bolder. My mouth licking over to her other nipple and sucking at it while squeezing her breasts in my hand. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever done in my life.
"Alright... fuckin' hell… alright! That's enough! Time's up." She said, pulling my head away from her chest. I looked up at her eyes to see the red blush on her cheeks as she stared down at me, both of us panting hard. "Shit, you're gonna suck my titties off if I let you go any further..."
"...wow." I said in amazement, Command Grab putting her bra back on while I stood there catching my breath. It probably hadn't been more than a few minutes but it felt like the most blissful moments of my life. As she slid her shirt back on CG snapped her fingers at me.
"Hey kid, money."
"Huh? Oh uh... yeah." I said, totally forgetting that in reality I had lost the bet we made. Handing my hard earned cash over she took it out of the money clip and counted it out.
"Thirty... thirty-five... eh, forty is good for gas." She said, putting the rest of my fives back in the clip and handing it to me.
"You don't want all of it?" I asked confused, she had won it fair and square after all.
"It's fine, you got one perfect after all and didn't cry like a bitch when you lost." Turning to the door CG opened it and peeked outside. "Okay, no one's looking. C'mon." Ushering me out we exited the bathroom together, CG sitting on her bike and untwisting her hair in front of me.
"I really love how your hair looks." I admitted to her. "It's so long."
"Pain in the ass to wash, don't know why I keep it." She said, slipping her helmet on to her head after tying her hair back into a ponytail. "Hey kid, go back to that arcade next week."
"Okay, sure thing!" I responded, CG nodding in return and firing the engine of her motorcycle up. Without so much as a wave she was off onto the road again, leaving me behind. Thankfully we weren't far from where I had to catch my bus, not that I would have complained to her. She'd already given me more than I ever asked for. Walking away from the gas station I sat down on a bench and waited for the bus to appear, thinking back to what had just happened.
She had teased me, made fun of me, called me names and bossed me around. But despite all of that I managed to earn her... respect? Interest? I wasn't sure what but I knew that for me it was over. I was in love.