Chapter 106: Nicknames III

Chapter 106: Nicknames III

Chapter 106: Nicknames III

Mylo almost fumbled catching his phone as it bounced off his hand a few times before he finally caught it and continued playing the game from where Jason left off, but not before saying,

“And you say you’re not some kind of secret weapon from Wakanda... How are you so good at many things, bruh?” Mylo asked in an exasperated tone.

“What’s with you and Wakanda?” Jason replied with a roll of his eyes.

“... Well, Black Panther is probably the greatest movie ever and they’ve got your kind of people in it,” Mylo answered back, most of his focus on the game he was playing.

“You know, If I was a white woman named Karen, I’d find this offensive and racist, even though it wouldn’t be my business because I was white,” Jason said with a laugh.

“Who’s Karen?” Mylo asked, his curiosity piqued.

“I don’t really know much either, but the legends say she is always lurking around, looking for opportunities to display her stupidity and unreasonable attitude,”

“Her appearance can’t be predicted, and she can’t be controlled, but when you meet her, you’ll just know what she is,”

“The legends also say she always has a hen-pecked husband who can’t keep her in line,” Jason explained with an air of playful mystery.

“Yeah right, she hasn’t met a real man who’d slam her down on the kitchen counter and pump all her stupidity and unreasonable attitude out of her from behind,”

“That should keep her bit*h a*s in line,” Mylo caught on to Jason’s playfulness and added, but Jason was struck with amused horror instead.

“Aiyoo, what the fu*k, that’s a pg-18 statement kid,”

“You’re fu**ing seventeen!” Jason responded in a surprised voice.

“... But, I ain’t gonna lie, that does seem like a reasonable solution. Back pumping, you called it?” Jason continued in an amused voice.

“Are you up to the task of testing your theory though?” Jason asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey! You could add that I’m handsome as well,” Mylo shot back at Jason.

“Even if you killed me, my spirit wouldn’t say it,” Jason responded.

“You didn’t tell me you had an interesting friend,” Sofia said in between laughs as she watched Jason and Mylo bickering with each other over the phone.

“Friend? What’s that? He’s just a roommate,” Jason immediately said, dead serious.

“Le Gasp, you traitor!” Mylo said exaggeratedly.

“Is this how you play with my emotions after all we’ve been through together? You are scum!” Mylo said in a playfully serious tone.

“Keep this up and you finna catch these hands!” Jason shot back, his right hand tightly fisted.

“Hold up big fella, let’s regroup! I’m not looking to get beaten up with your Wakanda martial arts,” Mylo immediately conceded, a shiver going through him when he saw Jason’s fist.

“This is so chaotic, I don’t even know whether to keep laughing or be jealous,” Sofia managed to say in between laughs.

“Jealous? Of what? I’m about to throw this dude out of a moving vehicle and hope I don’t get charged for animal abuse,” Jason replied to her, his eyes on Mylo, looking half serious, but Mylo wasn’t going to back down after Jason’s new attack.

Thus all the way to Mylo’s school, the car was filled with the loud bickering of Jason and Mylo while Sofia got a word in a few times, but was mostly laughing as she enjoyed the show.

When they finally reached Mylo’s school, Mylo jumped out of the car as fast as the winged doors would allow him to.

Jason had won this war of words hands down and Mylo had only managed to keep up by clutching at straws.

“Later, Sofie, It was nice speaking with you,” he called out to Sofia on the call before he ran off.

‘This bastard is already giving my girl nicknames,’ Jason thought suspiciously as he watched Mylo run off as the door came down automatically.