Chapter 2: GG, No Re
Promotion match. My League of Legends queue loaded up, and there it was: enemy summoner “KayKay’s Kai’Sa.” As soon as the loading bar hit 100%, her trash talk started in all-chat:
“Yo, where’s my hype squad?”
Crickets in team chat. Not one of us bit.
She kept needling: “C’mon, Jamie, wreck ’em!”
The next forty minutes were a blur of humiliation. Their Jamie—ruthless, no-chill—tore us apart. My scoreboard was a horror show: 0–20. I sat slumped at my battered desk, numb fingers hovering over my mouse, clicking Jamie’s profile out of habit. Little American flag badge. Probably Challenger-tier, North America. Great.
Not that it mattered. I tried to rub the ache from my shoulders, grateful for the random preseason rank-protection token sitting in my account. Maybe next match would be different. I queued up, chasing a sliver of hope.
Luck laughed in my face. Next game? Jamie and Kayla, again. Their usernames loaded in, and my stomach clenched.
Kayla didn’t miss a beat. “Aren’t you the Miss Fortune from last match? So, want to hype me up this game? I’ll tell Jamie to go easy on you.”
I hovered over my keyboard, typing nothing but ellipses. My fingers twitched, but I refused to give her the satisfaction. In my head, I flashed back to that time a streamer dragged me in front of her whole Discord—one snarky reply and suddenly I was public enemy number one. A tiny pulse of panic flared in my chest, seeing how fast this could spiral.
But my silence was gasoline. Kayla twisted it into a dare.
After that, it was open season. Kayla and Jamie hunted me down like I was their own personal quest. No matter which jungle path or lane I ducked into, my screen went gray. I’d respawn, and Kayla would sprint over, taunt-spamming for everyone to see.
“Miss Fortune, say something nice and we’ll let you off.”
“Still not begging for mercy?”
“Don’t end the game yet, dive her a few more times.”
My jaw ached from clenching it. I stared at my 0–16 score, disbelief mixing with embarrassment and anger. My mom’s voice flickered in my memory—"Never stoop to their level, Riley." My finger hovered over the keyboard. But I’d had enough.
“Can you just push the nexus already? I want to start the next game.”
Kayla was back in a flash:
“Oh, someone’s in a hurry.”
“I’m not pushing, I just want to kill you. What are you gonna do about it?”
“……”