Overlooked(1)(20)

“That is insane,” I tell her.

“I had good reasons, there was a really cute guy who was super into Tekken and I wanted to impress him,” Harper says.

I laugh. “Of course,” I say.

Round two of the bout starts, and as I’m determined to at least make it three rounds for this bout instead of two, I have to tie her. I don’t play around this time. Instead I go in aggressive, hitting hard right away, smashing the buttons as fast as I can.

But Harper doesn’t want to tie me, she wants to take the lead, and I have a hard time keeping up with her. We both get into it, neither of us willing to give an inch to the other. Harper wants to beat me so that she only has to beat me one more time and of course I don’t want to go down so easily.

At the very last moment, I manage to knock out her character, and I almost throw the controller in my hands down onto the floor as I holler my victory. I look at Harper and I have the sneaking suspicion that at the last instant she might have actually let me win. I have to wonder if I might have secretly, in the back of my mind, let her win the first time around, or if I had just not paid attention enough because I hadn’t actually expected her to be that good.

Since she won a round and I won one, there’s one round more between our two characters for the final bout to decide the overall winner. I take a deep breath, crack my knuckles, and pick up my controller again as the third round screen comes up.

I don’t even think about Harper sitting next to me. I want to pull ahead. I pretend it’s the computer I’m up against and just go as hard as I can. I realize halfway through the match that I’m shouting, and that Harper’s shouting too. Both of us almost screaming at the TV as we both try to win the round, throwing everything we’ve got at the opponent, both of us treating this game way more seriously than we should be.

At the last moment, Harper wins again, barely getting in a punch to knock my character out before the clock stops. I groan in frustration. This time I actually do throw my controller down onto the floor and turn to face her.

“You cheated,” I say with a smile.

“I did not,” Harper counters, looking at me like I’m crazy.

“There is no way you could be this good even after, what, two years after graduating from college? Even if you became one of the best Tekken players in your dorm, two years later you shouldn’t be this good.”

“Why not? How much Tekken have you been playing in the army?” Harper puts down her controller and drinks the last of the coffee she brought up to my room with her.

“A lot, actually,” I tell her.

“That explains it,” Harper says.

“Explains what?” I look at her, confused, as the game transitions from the bout screen to the character selection screen.

“Why you’re so offended that I beat you,” Harper said, grinning.

“I’m not offended,” I smirk.

“No, you’re definitely offended the book-reading girl with the nerdy job beat you at your own game,” Harper said. “And I’m about to do it again.”

“Okay, but we have to change characters this time,” I say.

“Fine by me,” Harper says with a shrug.

We pick different characters and settle in for the next bout. I focus down, for some reason I just can’t bring myself to let Harper win, even though I know it doesn’t really matter where we go later. I don’t even have anywhere in mind. But I throw myself into the game nonetheless, determined to prove that I can beat her soundly at it.

The first round goes to me, and we’re even. The second round we’re both going at it full tilt, absolutely pounding on the controllers, and I can see Harper in the corner of my eye, leaning to the screen just like I am, shouting at her character just like I’m shouting at mine. We run out the clock, and it ends in a tie.

The final round is on us and I look at Harper. Her cheeks are lit up bright pink, her eyes are shining and she’s breathing heavy. All of a sudden all I can think about, even if it’s only for a second, is that she would look like that during sex. I push the thought out of my head as ruthlessly as I can and dive into the game.

We both go at it, and for a while it seems like we’re going to tie again, the clock counting down and neither one of us getting ahead. But I get a quick ‘in’ and knock a few health points off Harper’s character, and manage to dodge her next attack on me. I’m about to launch my final attack, to really knock her character out before the clock runs out, but I catch myself just a fraction of a second too late. I’m wide open.

Harper’s character catches me, and it’s one hit after another, with no space or time for me to block. I yell out as my hit points go down steadily until my character’s health bar matches hers, and then she’s got me trapped under another volley of hits. I’m out. I drop my controller and look at her with a sigh.