CHAPTER FORTY TWO

SCARLETT'S POV.

There was a moment of silence as Mr Richardson stepped onto the stage again. Immediately the huge screens behind him lit up and the lights somehow dimmed to a neon green.

I sat with anticipation swimming in my chest, occasionally glancing towards Luca to see how he was feeling, but of course I got nothing. The man was as blank as a board.

When he'd finally let me get to know what he had been doing on the computer, and I'd gotten at least a little bit of it, then I would say I'd become useful.

By useful I meant, emotional support. I'd been cheering him on and motivating him as he typed on the keyboard like a maniac and did things I didn't even know were possible in that amount of time.

And in the end, I'd say he'd finished up pretty good, fantastic in fact. The game he'd made was working pretty fine and compared to how boring and grumpy Luca was, the game was pretty lively and fun.

I was proud of him. Yes, I'd just admitted that. It wasn't everyday that I got to see