Chapter Four: Checkers
"Aha! King me!"
"GAH." Cara groaned as she placed a red checker on top of Punk's winning piece. "This sucks."
"Awe, don't be mad, babe." Punk covered at her mockingly but in a joking way.
"Oh, bite me." Cara said, jokingly. She made a move on the board.
"Where and how hard, princess?" Punk smirked. He moved again.
Cara rolled her eyes. "You're such a perv."
The black pieces of Punk's checkers were aligned to Cara's avantage. She moved one of her red pieces hopping over four of Punk's and get into his front places.
"Ooh, what now?" Cara smirked. Punk king'd her.
"You love me."
"And yet, I'm trying to figure out why..." Punk sighed, pretending to be disappointed.
"Because I am totally what you need." she said, smugly.
"No, I don't think that's it..." Punk played along.
Cara gasped and threw one of his captured pieces at him. "You jerk!"
Punk reached over and grabbed it from the ground.
"Can I have it back?" Cara asked.
"Sure." Punk smirked. He putthe checker in his pants. "Go for it, babe."
"You really think that's going to stop me?" she questioned him. "I've kinda been down there before."
"Ooh, you bad girl!" Punk said, mocking her, lightheartedly.
Cara grabbed one his kings and put both pieces in her mouth. She put her elbow on the table, her chin on the top of her hand and batted her eyes. Punk layed out his hand to her mouth like a mother to her kid who ate a cookie. "Spit it out."
Cara did as he said and spat the check at him. As soon as she did that, she dashed off, throwing the other checker at him.
"Hey!" Punk laughed, as he chased her up the stairs.
"Come and get me, Punky boy!" she giggled.