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[color=slategray][sub]Featuring [color=ba314c][b]Katie Callaghan[/b][/color] and [color=e2e250][b]Scott Lyon[/b][/color]
Location: Chess Club meeting lounge
Interacting with: Themselves and their club mates![/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]

[indent]Yes, Katie Callaghan was in chess club. And yes, she’d heard every joke about chess club imaginable. There really weren’t many. Now, why was she in chess club? Well, there were a few reasons. One, was that she was pretty ace at chess. Two, she needed an extracurricular that wasn’t drama, if she wanted to seem like a well rounded student. And three, [i]He[/i] was in chess club.

As Katie strutted into the sparsely populated club room, she took her seat at the front table, the table that was always reserved for their first game. And their second. And third. He’d won last time. Not today. She set up the board, taking white for herself, and waited patiently for Him to arrive, her phone in her hand. Anywhere else, she’d be up and chatting, but this was a battlefield. She couldn’t distract herself. The others in the club knew that. She needed to focus, prepare, all so she could win. Because she was going to win. She’d had a few weeks to prepare, to train. This time, she had it in the bag. She was sure of it.

To their peers, this was a big deal. Even to the teacher advisor for chess club, this was a pretty big deal. Katie and her rival were the undisputed chess grandmasters of BHHS. They were real damn good, and they practiced relentlessly. Why? Not so they could be better. So they could [i]beat each other[/i].

At its core, that’s what His and Her rivalry was! It was the driving point behind them being better. So, while to those who were watching this upcoming game of chess, this was a battle of the Titans… to Katie Callaghan and Scott Lyon, this was just another Tuesday.

Which did not excuse Scott’s tardiness.

Scott rolled into the club about ten minutes after he was technically due, and he sat down across from Katie. Scott snapped his gum and took off his hat, putting it down beside him, [color=e2e250][b]“I’m baaaaaack.”[/b][/color] He said, snapping his gum and smiling across the way at Katie. [color=e2e250][b]“Alright, your move.”[/b][/color]

Katie smirked. Scott Lyon in the flesh. [color=ba314c][b]”You’re late,”[/b][/color] she said, cocking an eyebrow at him as she moved her first piece, a calculated move, one she’d been pondering since she’d walked in. [color=ba314c][b]”Let me guess, you and AJ were off screwing?”[/b][/color] Katie said, going straight for the masculinity. Such barbs were child’s play to the pair at this point. Their verbal sparring had lasted since they’d met, and it wasn’t about to end today.

[color=e2e250][b]“Hey, AJ and I don’t screw. Even if we [i]did[/i], at least I get laid. I don’t think you’ve ever even been on a date, have you?”[/b][/color] Scott asked, looking down at the board and moving his first piece forward. [i]He[/i] didn’t have to consider things. He already knew how to win. King’s Gambit. Besides, if it didn’t work, they’d probably play the whole time they were in chess club anyway. He had more than one game to beat her up.

Katie shook her head. [color=ba314c][b]”King’s Gambit? Really? Come on Scotty, I thought you were a bit more advanced,”[/b][/color] Katie chided, opening up her center for a  countergambit to go for his weakened kingside. [color=ba314c][b]”Has it ever occured to you Scott, that maybe I don’t need a relationship to survive? That I’m perfectly okay with my own excellence?”[/b][/color] she asked, her eyebrows raised as if in challenge. 

[color=e2e250][b]“What excellence?”[/b][/color] Scott teased, staring at the board. Well, they didn’t call it a ‘gambit,’ for nothing. Should have went with Queen’s gambit. That was less reckless at least… He’d figure it out. [color=e2e250][b]“Maybe I just forgot everything while I was gone. Looks like you just got [i]even more[/i] egotistical though, so [i]that’s[/i] cool.”[/b][/color] He replied, before finally moving a piece. He may end up losing this game… but he would not lose the war.

Katie sighed and moved her next piece. [color=ba314c][b]”You open up with King’s Gambit and call me egotistical? Really?”[/b][/color] the blonde jabbed, looking across the table at her old foe. He was the definition of prick. Rude, arrogant, obnoxious, and constantly using his money to get whatever it was he wanted. She couldn’t stand him.

[color=e2e250][b]“Yeah, I do. Lil miss perfect over there. I know you [i]think[/i] you’re smart because you’re all that in drama and speech and debate and whatever, but hey.”[/b][/color] Scott moved his next piece and took a drink from his water bottle, swishing it around for a second. [color=e2e250][b]“I dig it. You’re a middle child, so you have to act out to stand out. I get it, really I do. But do you have to be so [i]obnoxious[/i] about it? You’re like an internet stereotype coming true right before my eyes.”[/b][/color] He explained. The banter was gonna get way too real, way too fast, but Scott had to keep himself in the game. If he kept taunting her, she’d eventually forget about the game and misstep and lose. And he would win, and prove once again: He was superior.

He was baiting her. She knew that. But that didn’t mean she was any less pissed off. Gritting her teeth, she moved her next piece into position, carefully, scanning the board. She wouldn’t do this too fast, she was too good, she’d trained too much. [color=ba314c][b]”Drop dead twice, Scott,”[/b][/color] she retorted, her annoyance clear. How long until this turned into their usual chaos? Not long likely. The rest of the club was already beginning to watch their game more than their own. They knew where the entertainment was. [color=ba314c][b]”I can’t help that I’m better than you Scott. Maybe if you pulled your thick head out of your ass for once, you’d be able to see that much.”[/b][/color]

Here we go. This wasn’t going to get any better, Scott knew that much, and he knew it well. But she had started it! He’d just sat down, to play some chess and she’d started shit with her first words. Scott picked up his next piece and slammed it down onto the board [i]with authority[/i], [color=e2e250][b]“Listen up, slag, have you ever considered not being such a bitch? Maybe then you’d have more than two friends…”[/b][/color] Scott retorted, glaring at her. [color=e2e250][b]“News flash: people don’t like hanging out with people who do nothing but bitch!”[/b][/color]

Katie scowled and slid her next piece across the board, practically carving a path into the table with her grip. It was official, she was pissed. [color=ba314c][b]”What the fuck is your damage, Scott? You are such an insufferable little prick! Let me guess, you feel the need to walk around like Caesar because Owen’s [i]little[/i] affliction, runs in the family?”[/b][/color] Katie quipped, this time, without any of the humor. They were at war now. And the Chess Club was loving it.

[color=e2e250][b]“Wouldn’t [i]you[/i] like to know, Katie? You wanna see it, just ask. I’m sure you’ll be blown away — or you’ll run off crying scared, since I know you ain’t never seen one before.”[/b][/color] Scott hissed in retaliation. He grabbed a piece and moved it, though he was just as blinded by anger as she was now. He made a move that wasn’t good at all, but he [i]didn’t care[/i]. Knocking Katie down was priority now. [color=e2e250][b]“You just walk around thinking you’re all that, where you’re [i]nothing[/i] Katie Callaghan!”[/b][/color]

[color=ba314c][b]”At least [i]I[/i] don’t have to hide behind all of my family’s money to feel important! Some of us are able to find our identity elsewhere you spoiled little sleaze!”[/b][/color] she shouted, using one of her rooks to knock one of his bishops off the board and to the ground.

[color=e2e250][b]“Just because my family does alright for themselves doesn’t make me spoiled! Don’t hate me because my life is beautiful bitch, maybe if you lightened up a little you could at least find a man who could tolerate you! Besides, you got just as much expensive shit as I do!”[/b][/color] He snapped, using his queen to barrel through her rook. Who did this girl think she was!?

[color=ba314c][b]”Why are you so obsessed with my love life or lack thereof? Is your’s so stale that you need to harass me about mine twenty four seven? Or maybe, you’re so obsessed with me cause really all you want is to have a shot, and you know that I have enough self respect in my fucking pinky finger, that you’d never have a shot!”[/b][/color] Her bishop took his queen and her look of rage changed to one of antagonizing smugness, her smirk an intentional challenge. [color=ba314c][i]Try me.[/i][/color]

[color=e2e250][b]“Oh, [i]please[/i] if I [i]really[/i] really wanted you, then I would just go pluck a carbon copy off of tumblr because girls like you are a dime a motherfucking dozen!”[/b][/color] He yelled, pushing one of her bishops off of the map aggressively with one of the knights. Man, they got really loud…

Everyone had a breaking point. And Katie Callaghan had reached hers. [color=ba314c][b]”You dick!”[/b][/color] she shouted in a rage, her hand flying instinctively to a chess piece and then launching it at Scott. [color=ba314c][b]”You wanna talk to me about carbon copies? Have you seen yourself? You’re just trying to be Owen so bad that you came out a watered down version of AJ, who’s already just a douchier Owen! You [i]wish[/i] you were half as unique as I was but I think you know damn well that you’re just trying to be like every other guy at this shitty school!”[/b][/color] Another chess piece flew from Katie’s hand as her face grew red with rage.

[color=e2e250][b]“I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”[/b][/color] Scott screamed, using his hand to throw the chess pieces off to the side before she could use it as more ammunition. [color=e2e250][b]“You know what it sounds like to me? That [i]SOMEONE[/i] has a crush on Owen! Shit taste, Katie — Owen’s a fuckin’ asshole, I’ll just add that to the MASSIVE LIST OF REASONS THAT I HATE YOU!”[/b][/color] Scott threw his middle finger at her, before snatching his hat and turning to storm out of the Chess Club meeting room.

Katie let out a noise, somewhere between a groan, a sigh, and a shriek, before turning to the rest of her club members. [color=ba314c][b]”Mind your own business!”[/b][/color] Katie shouted, grabbing her backpack and past the club advisor, who was walking in just as Katie stormed out. [color=ba314c][i]Fuck Scott Lyon.[/i][/color][/indent]