He squinted at me. "Something in your eye?"
Enough chit-chat. Game on.
At first, I was dumbfounded. Then, seeing his gaming skills, I was downright astounded. It's tough to see someone struggle so badly. Annoyed, I had to ask,
"Seriously, Jason, are you even old enough to see a PG-rated movie? These moves are kitten-soft. Even the stray cats back at my dorm play better. Hey, it's not just about not killing anything. Think about your team—they're counting on you!"
As I sent that, his avatar bit the dust again, and mine followed suit.
That was the last straw. I yanked off my headset and shot him a look of disbelief from across the room.
"Really, Jason? I mean, come on, use your dexterity!"
I kept my voice low, but the message was clear and it didn't take long for others to start whispering. A quick glance around confirmed they were all catching the drift.
Jason's cheeks flamed up. He wanted to say something but clammed up instead, shooting me a look that was a mix of hurt and frustration.
The gossip mill didn't waste any time. By the end of the day, "Jason can't hack it" was the talk of the campus.
He'd avoided me like I was the plague ever since. Maybe he thought I was bad news.