Page 49 of Aim Assist

Sir Trixalot: Hell yeah! Zombies ain't got nothing on us!

Liam

I'm riding on the high of victory as we clear the last wave of monsters when I glance at my chat stream and notice a particular comment.

RaffleRoffleRoar: Anyone else spend time in AmYDeadYet's stream instead? LOL everyone over there is laughing at Trickshot. Do they not know who he is?

AmYDeadYet?

Leaning toward K, I mutter, "What's her stream name?"

They frown at me as they adjust one of their elf ears. "AmYDeadYet. It's in the documents we e-mailed you last week."

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

I glance around my monitor, at the woman who's switched from PC to settle in on her recliner and play on her phone, instead. One of the assistants is moving all the recording software over as her stream is on pause.

A controversial streamer.

Someone who isn't family friendly.

Amy.

How did I not figure this out sooner?

"What the fuck," I mutter, and K gives me an odd look. I glance at my chat stream, which is full of fans who are now indignant on my behalf and threatening to invade her stream. Then there are the other half of my fans. The ones who have been making fun of me all along.

They're of the opinion that the truth needs to be told and everyone needs to get over it.

I tend to agree.

This game isn't my scene, which is fine. If they have fun teasing me, that's fine too. It's all about the exposure, after all.

I'm sure K's going to end up with a highlight reel of all my fails. I'll even watch it.

… Though it's more accurate to say Asher will force me to watch it while making commentary of his own. Fucker.

But none of that is what's important right now.

Amy.

The girl I've been blowing zombies up with for the past couple days. The one with the wicked sense of humor, a laugh that makes me grin.

I should've figured.

Her voice is a little different in real life, but now that I know who she is, my mind replays the things she's said. The way she laughs. Her wicked inflections when she makes a particularly cutting remark. Her humor. That take-no-shit attitude.

It's all her.

How the fuck did I not notice this entire time?

She's slouched in the recliner, curls falling over her shoulders, thumbs flying across her phone screen.

The same girl I've spent hours gaming with, trading barbs and blasting zombies.

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