GAME OVER ━━ Lip Gallagher

CHAPTER SIX

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Game Over
chapter six

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                    SHE TOSSED THE EMPTY CUP INTO THE TRASH AND LICKED HER LIPS. Karen and Phoebe parted ways when Karen decided to go back to the testing location to wait for Lip. Seeing them being so affectionate made her stomach hurt. She couldn't force herself to go through that again. So, instead, she decided to go walking around. She drank about three big cups of Root Beer and shared a sleeve of powdered donuts with a homeless woman in the alley. She watched the snow fall across the horizon and build up at the L tracks. She even built a small snowman that some guy knocked down once she had finished before running off drunkenly. Once she had wandered for over three hours, she decided that it was time to go back home. Or, at least to the Gallaghers' home.

          "My, my, my," a familiar voice taunted from behind her. "If it isn't Miss Asia." Her eyes rolled dramatically at the arrogance in the man's voice. She stopped in her tracks, already tired of this conversation. She could always keep walking. There wasn't an actual reason for her to stay. "We just saw your boyfriend a few hours ago." Confused, she turned to face the trio standing just a few feet away. In the center was Mickey Milkovich, a long and wooden pole in his hands. His face was dirty and busted up, but he still wore a proud smirk on his face. Sighing, she decided to give in to his taunts and play his little game. "Who?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. His tongue ran along his top row of teeth slowly, sucking against them. He was savoring the moment.

          "Gallagher. The older one," he explained further. He tapped the end of the pole against the concrete, observing her closely. His movements were slow, articulated. It was as if he had been waiting for this very moment. He watched as her face turned to stone, her arms dropped to her sides. Her gloved hands turned into fists. "What did you do, Mickey?" she asked, tone stern and full of fury. She looked from the black haired boy to his goon brothers on either side of him. Each of them looked amused at the entire situation, Mickey especially. He twirled the pole in his grip before deciding to cross his arms. "You see, Mandy had something to say about Ian... and you." Phoebe scoffed. Her stone cold expression turned into one of disbelief, amusement.

          Her day was already going terribly. She didn't want to deal with any Milkovich drama, and yet there she was. She was basically fuming. "Did your sister tell you that she forced herself on Ian?" she asked. "Or did she tell you how she couldn't take rejection and ran home crying like a little bitch?" Mickey exhaled heavily through his nose. His eye began twitching. "You know, Lim, you're very lucky I don't believe in hitting women," Mickey stated, pointing his finger at her aggressively. She forced a grateful smile, though it didn't really pass on that message completely. She looked more goofy than sarcastic. "Good for you," she retorted. "At least you're not a complete waste of space."

          Mickey snapped his fingers to ignore the burning desire to teach Phoebe a lesson. It had always been that way. The Milkovich family were always treated differently because of their reputations. "Maybe you should talk to your sister again. Because obviously something got lost in translation. Okay?" She now smiled over at the trio standing like frogs on a log. Mickey remained silent as Phoebe backed away, flashing them two enthusiastic thumbs up. "You'd know, right?" he called after her. "Fucking slit eyes." She stopped in her tracks. She couldn't tell who said that, because Mickey had already turned around. Maybe it wasn't even him. Either way, someone was going to pay for it.