They Called It a Game, Until I Stopped Playing

Synopsis

On the log flume, Chloe Bennett and Lucas Reed traded a look and then tore my poncho off in perfect sync. I barely had time to grab Chloe's rain hood before a wall of water came down on us. Chloe screamed, and Lucas pulled her against him and shielded her head. I was soaked through, and my hair stuck to my face in strings. The video went up online, and the whole internet laughed at me for being the world's best wingman. When we lined up for a group photo, Chloe saw it and laughed. "You were the one who pulled my hood off. Now everybody has the wrong idea." Lucas frowned, too. "Hannah, we came here to have fun. That face of yours is killing the mood." It had always been like that. Ever since we were kids, the two of them had loved messing with me, and they called it fighting over my attention. In a game built for three, I was always the one who got hurt. When we got on the cable car, they rushed to grab the seats next to each other. Chloe turned around to me. "Hannah, take the next car. I have to keep an eye on him so he doesn't try anything with you." Lucas objected. "Hannah is my girlfriend. Nothing I do counts as trying anything. I should be watching you before you rub off on her." I took a step back and shook my head. "You two go ahead. I'm done playing," I said. I was out of this game.