Time slowly passed by. I was down to nine minutes and her to twelve minutes. Yet, for that moment, I didn’t seem to care. My manhood relished every stroke, drawing me closer for more, never wanting her to let go.

‘What the fuck are you doing, Jaxon?!’ My mind tried to rally my heart. ‘Who the hell am I looking at right now? Are you prepared to diminish your eternal pride for a feeling that would only last for five minutes? Get your head in the game and snap out of it!’

As if lightning struck my brain matter, my cells of effective reasoning sparked back into my right senses. “No, Shayna, you’re wrong.” I rebelled.

Shocking the entire audience and my opponent in the grand clap back, I advanced my bishop to e6. Shayna’s eyes bulged out in shock, though she composed herself immediately after.

For the fourth time in our battle, I placed her in a position where Shayna couldn’t capture my bishop. In the event she tried to be greedy, my precise sequence of movements would force her into a smothered checkmate.

“Hmm…” Shayna wondered, surprised at this resilience.

“Tired of your games yet?” I questioned, a smirk forming on my face. “You can keep on going, you know? I don’t mind.”

“Perv much,” Shayna blushed, gently removing her hand from my masculine pride. “She had realised that I developed a periodic immunity to her charms by neglection. Time ticked away, so she returned back to her original strategy of beating me the old fashioned way.

She took my queen to dare a response from me. I took her bishop instead.

“Check,” I raised the alarm, and she moved away in response.

From then on, I engaged in a windmill of rapid fire attacks, knowing fully well that time was against me. I gained the points advantage in no time, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted a win, and I wanted it by all means necessary.

We truly lived up to the name of the game’s blitz stipulation as we marched into the endgame with pride and with an indomitable will.

The spectators could not follow our pieces’ movements as we truly displayed our grandmaster-level moves in a game where no one was ready to tap out or draw.

Sadly enough, eternal victory was imprinted into my soul and even her could tell that she was a move away from defeat.

After another two minutes and forty five seconds of our time elapsed, the intense battle had reached its climax. Shayna was pleased, placing her king to the c1 and I concluded what the school recorded forever as the game of the century with Rook to c2.

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“Checkmate.”

The spectators consisting of players, international instructors and a general audience of interest hailed me in my well-deserved victory. Shayna offered a handshake, and I accepted in good heart and mind.

“She stood right up, and prepared herself to leave. “Good game,” Shayna congratulated me.

I stood up as well in assumption that we would spend the rest of our break period together, but she left me all alone, leaving me hanging and sad.

‘I guess she doesn’t handle defeat all that good.’ I thought, shrugging all feelings of worthy of any being other than myself. ‘But, that exactly isn’t the face of someone that’s upset… Something’s wrong.’

“Yo, you did awesome, man,” Jaydon, one of my classmates, hyped me up. Soon after, a crowd converged around the hall, a lot more than they used to be, and, as if planned, it made me lose sight of Shayna.

Blessed by the sparks of luck, my eyes glanced over a note slip below the desk where we played, and I played, and I picked it up in obvious curiousity.

It read: You’ve got some game, girl, and I’m not talking about Chess. What do you say, huh? You and me? Let’s talk about it.

Under normal circumstances, I would not have intervened, for I gave zero fucks about the purity of a woman, but for some reason, I was suddenly drawn to know more about her current state of well being.

I pushed through the crowd and left the hall like a thief in the nigh. Spontaneously, my legs moved before my brain could rack up a plan to know of her whereabouts.

It would possibly not be in the alleyways, janitor’s closet or the auditorium as it would be a bit too flashy and cliché. “Could they be conversing within one of the locked rooms? The labs? The…”

‘Wait a minute… Why do I care so much?’

Questioning my sense of pride and identity, Shayna bumped right through me whilst in a pool of thoughts.

“Oh, hey.” Shayna greeted. “Sorry about earlier. I was just…”

“Don’t think you can lie to me, Shayna.” I stopped her on her tracks. “I was just not feeling myself after the game, right? I was just not feeling myself after the game, right? That’s what you were planning to say?”

“No, actually I…”

“You know what? I don’t care. Save it for someone who gives a damn. Next time though, do try to cover your tracks.”

I threw the paper into her face in disrespect, and left her to e lost in thoughts as well. I strolled down the halls in hidden anger, trying to conceal my emotions to the best of my abilities.

Luckily enough, I had a good companion to deliver me the perfect distraction. “Yo, Jaxon! My man!”

Tyler greeted. “You know I know you’re gonna say no, but mind following me to the night club tonight? I hear Shayna’s gonna be there.”

“Sure.” I agreed, to his utter shock. “Why not?”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah! But, don’t think it’s because of her. I really need to let of some steam, you know?”

“Yeah, sure. I totally get it, man.” Tyler jubilated.

“But, no girls for me. Just me and the bar.”

“Hey, man. I understand.” Tyler shock his friend. “I’m glad you changed your mind. See you by ten.”

Tyler walked out, a face of clear happiness with my decision. He had been one of my closest comrades since the beginning of my time here, and knowing me quite a lot, he understood my detest for pleasures that doesn’t originate from my will. So, agreeing out of the blue came as a surprise to him.

But, now that I sat on it, I myself began to wonder whether I made a bad decision out of spite. Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out.