BPOV
"Is everything okay?" Edward asked me.
"Not really..." I said.
"I heard about your parents thinking of getting a divorce..." he said.
"Oh, that's old news!" I said.
He looked at me in confusion.
"Oh, they are not? That's... That's good news." He said.
"To be honest, now I'm seriously debating if that's good news or not..." I said.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Their initial conflict was because Dad got a good opportunity in Europe and he asked Mom to move with him which she refused... Well, now he has managed to convince Mom and now we all might be moving there..."
I sighed again.
I didn't want to move anywhere!
"Ohh..." He said.
"Why do you look so sad? You should be happy your only competitor is moving out..." I joked, "Hey, but that might be a good thing for me. I'll get rid of an asswhole who gets sadistic pleasure beating my ass all the time!"
"Hey... C'mon..." He said, "I don't get any sadistic pleasure... I beat you fair and square..."
"You know what? That's the worst part! I sighed, "It'd have been really easy to accept my defeat if you were some cheater or something... But you have got these ethics and all that... and you always beat me fair and square... It makes me hate you even more!"
He just chuckled in response.
"Anyway... So I think if you want to continue to beat my ass, you might want to make a wish that my parents get some sense and they decide to stay here..." I said.
"I will." He smiled.