Gamers Con: The First Zak Steepleman Novel (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
I looked across to James, caught his eye. He smiled at me. I smiled back. Then I remembered that he was the competition. That I couldn’t afford to think of him as a friend. . . . At least not till I’d crushed him, and the rest of the players in my group, beneath my oversized bottom. The invigilator, like the rest of the staff at Gamers Con, wore a dark-purple polo shirt. His name badge read: Steve, though since he never formally introduced himself to us, I guess that he might’ve conceivably been called something else. Steve was one of those trusty guys. He was well-built, which was to say that he was fat—fat enough that a fat kid like me could comfortably get away with calling him fat. He’d obviously taken the extra-large size of polo shirt, but that was still struggling to cover his belly which kind of flopped out over his waistline showing off the fuzzy black hair which clung to his skin. A couple of times, when I got too close to Steve, I caught a whiff of his sweat—realised that there was maybe a lingering odour of chip grease there too .
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