Pitbabes2, Chapter 4 pg1

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   Chapter 4:

   BABE:

   Willy is an ambitious kid, just like me. That’s one conclusion I drew from our long conversation. We share a lot of similar likes and even some eerily identical thoughts, like we’re cut from the same mold. Talking to him was so fun it made me lose track of time and the people around me. I felt like I was drunk, even without a drop of alcohol. At first, it was like I’d gone back in time, sitting and chatting with Way again. But as time passed, Way’s image slowly morphed into a mirror placed in front of me.

   This isn’t as fun as I thought.

   I enjoyed talking to Willy, but the longer it went on, the more I realized it was barely different from talking to a mirror. He echoed me; sometimes I echoed him. He said what I wanted to hear and agreed with everything I said. It seemed like a perfect conversation, but in the end, it led to nothing. It was like driving on a treadmill—you feel like you’re moving, but you’re actually standing still. You don’t get closer to your goal. The scenery doesn’t change. You don’t pass other cars. No one even overtakes you.

   He’s the most intriguing yet emptiest person I’ve ever met.

   “Wanna hit up a club, Phii?” Willy asked after downing his latest beer. “My team’s got a regular spot. They’re there tonight. I want you to meet my team captain.”

   “Now?” I glanced at the time on my phone. It was 12:13 a.m. “Nah, it’s too late.”

   “It’s just midnight!”

   “Yeah, but I’ve been sleeping early lately.”

   “You don’t look like the early-to-bed type.”

   “Charlie wants me to sleep early. If I stay up too late, he’ll start lecturing me about the physical and mental health effects of late nights.”

   “Phii Charlie’s such a nerd,” Willy chuckled under his breath, muttering, “Just imagining it sounds boring.”

   “But he’s got a point. I’m an athlete; I’ve gotta take care of my health. You too—don’t think you can just mess around because you’re young.”

   “Says the guy who used to be a total mess,” Willy teased with a smirk. This was one example of the behavior that led me to conclude he’s way too similar to me.

   “Speak from experience, huh?”

   “There’s probably a lot you’ve done before me,” the foreign kid said with a grin—his signature smile, the kind that makes him look like a naive kid trying to act grown-up, or what they call old beyond his years. “If you wanna teach, go all out. I’ll be your disciple.”

   This kid’s like me in so many ways and the complete opposite of Charlie. If Willy’s a kid trying to act like an adult, Charlie’s an adult trapped in a kid’s body.

   “Not happening,” I laughed lightly. “I’m done taking disciples.”

   “Why not? You’ve had one before; can’t you take another?”

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