Chapter 7 Jacket
"Who? Bella? We're just friends, Mom," Jack said, barely paying attention as he idled at base in his Dota 2 match.
The game was practically playing itself at this point. Reaching the Immortal rank had been effortless—just a few days of grinding, and he was already dominating every match.
It didn't matter how toxic his teammates were or how often they threw games over the smallest provocation.
Jack was simply too good. He could micro a hundred heroes at once if the game allowed it—handling just five was nothing.
Honestly, he could probably win blindfolded.
But none of that mattered right now.
His mother was standing there, waiting for an answer, and he knew this conversation was far more important than a million matches of Dota 2.
With a sigh, he afked in the game and turned to face her.
Madison stood with her arms crossed, a knowing expression on her face.
"That's how it always starts, Jack. Friendship." She tilted her head slightly, watching his reaction. "You did get your sex ed, right?"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, Mom. I know how things work."