S.W. Tanpepper's GAMELAND, Season One Omnibus (4 page)

I smile privately, thinking about the coincidence that the kwanjangnim's message for today would be about water, since that was all Ash could talk about last night. But while
Yu
teaches us patience and flow, one thing it doesn't explain is how to breathe in an airless environment. If the tunnels turn out to be a valid option, then we'll have to figure out how to get through them.

As far as I know, none of the five of us has ever been scuba diving. In fact, I've never even been snorkeling, except in the neighbor's pool when I was five, but that doesn't really count.

I settle on the bench and pull out my Link and ping Kelly to see if he's awake yet. It sends me straight to his message box, so he's either playing or still asleep.

“
Sunbae,” Kwanjangnim Rupert calls over at me, startling me out of my thoughts. He walks over and stands before me with his hands on his hips. I exit the app and slide the Link into my bag. I'll try again later or just stop by his house after I'm done here.

“
Yes sir!” I shout, as I jump to my feet.

“
You're early.” He smiles knowingly. I have a reputation for being a late-sleeper.

“
I wanted to get today's exercises out of the way, Kwanjangnim.”

He gives me a strange look and asks, “What could be more important than your training?”

I quickly backtrack. “I mean, it looks like it's going to be another hot one today. I figured I'd beat the crowds.”

“
Is this the beginning of a new Jessie?”

The boy looks up from where he's stretching on the mat and his eyes widen. He's tall for his age, blond, big-boned, bordering on heavyset. He has this ruggedness about him, like he'd be a football or rugby player if they weren't illegal sports. He looks a little familiar, but I can't seem to place him. I think he might be in the grade below me, although I know that's not the real reason for my ignorance. Ashley's a grade below, too. The real truth is he's not part of our circle, our gang of gamers and hackers. I don't do much socializing with anyone outside of it. Not even with other hapkido students.

“
Ready to spar?” Kwanjangnim asks me.

I nod. “Yes sir.” I jump up and stand to one side so he can lead me onto the mat.

“
Oh no, not me. Today I'll be talking it easy.”

“
Why?”

He groans. “I strained my back this morning.”

Once more I glance over at the boy. “From sparring?” I can't imagine Master Rupert being injured by a lowly green belt.

“
No,” Kwanjangnim says. His laughter is thick and contagious. His face gets a little red. “I got hurt… Actually, I strained it getting out of bed.” He rubs his back and shrugs. “I guess I'm getting old. Either that or my mattress is.”

We both enjoy another laugh before he adds something about going in to get his implant soon. It kills the moment, leaving us standing in an awkward silence before he gestures the boy over.

“
This is Sunbae Jacob Espinosa,” he says, introducing us. “Sunbae Jessica Daniels.”

“
Jake,” the boy says, offering his hand. Meanwhile, I've bowed, so he withdraws it, even as I raise up and extend mine. Finally, we both clasp hands and bow awkwardly to each other. His grip feels weak, like he's consciously afraid of hurting me.

Rupert laughs at us and says, “Jake's new to the school. His forms are really pretty good. You two can warm up on each other, but for sparring today, no kicks, okay, Jess? Just hands, hits and holds. And try to take it easy on him. He'll be testing for his next belt in a week and we need him all in one piece.”

“
Bring it!” Jake says, slipping into a sparring stance. Rupert frowns, but I return the challenge with a growl.

“
Keep it clean, guys!”

Despite the differences in our skill levels and the restriction on kicks, it turns out to be a good workout. Jake's quick and strong, almost as good as most of the red and black belts I'm used to sparring against. But he's also a bit top-heavy, and I'm clearly a lot more seasoned. After dropping him for the fifth or sixth time, I get him in an arm hold that he can't escape out of.

He calls it quits, saying he's got to leave, but just as my grip relaxes, he spins under me and wrenches my arm. The next thing I know, I'm lying on the floor with his knee on my back and my arm twisted away from me. I can't move.

“
That was a cheap shot,” I say between clenched teeth.

He lets go and stands up. “Sorry.”

When I get up, I think I see a brief flash in his eyes, something powerful. I can't tell what it is. He looks away too quickly.

While I'm packing my gear, he comes over to talk to me. I wait for him to apologize. I'm still a little miffed by the unexpected throw, so I just grunt responses. That sort of poor sportsmanship isn't allowed in here, and if Kwanjangnim Rupert or any of the other trainers had seen what he'd done, they would've given Jake a severe tongue-lashing.

He tells me he's only been training for about ten months, and I tell him nobody gets as good as that in such a short time, which makes him pause. I might as well have called him a liar.

“
I—I guess I'm a quick learner,” he stutters. “How about you? How long have you been training?”

I give him a good long look before telling him I've been at it for eight years. “Off and on,” I say, though it's not exactly the truth. I did miss one summer when Eric took us on a trip to Seattle after he got out of the Marines. “And I started in juniors.”

He shakes his head and stares at me, a smile curling his lips.

“
What's so funny?” I ask.

“
I'm sorry. It's just that…”

I narrow my eyes and wait for him to finish.

“
I guess I was a little surprised to see you walk in this morning.”

I stare at him. “Have we met before?”

“
Um, no. But Ashley Evans talks about you all the time,” he explains. “Says you have mad gaming skills. She was my science partner last year in chemistry lab. She's a jacker, right?”

“
Jacker?”

“
Game hacker. That's what the kids call her and others like her.”

I think about this for a moment, then decide I actually like the term. Even though it doesn't apply to me specifically, it does describe the others quite well. “I just play. I don't hack.”

He nods, tentatively, and looks around for something to say.

“
I have to go,” I tell him.

“
I really enjoyed you this morning! The sparring, I mean. Not you. That is, you're really good.”

“
Are you hitting on me?”

He blushes.

“
I already have a boyfriend.”

His face reddens even more. He looks like he's about to choke. I smile. At least we're even now.

“
Kidding,” I tell him. “To be honest, though, if it ever came down to it, you'd probably kick his ass.”

He laughs. I can see him relax. “And you could easily kick mine,” he says.

“
In a fair fight, maybe.” He's got a good four inches on me and probably fifty pounds. And he is strong.

“
I'm sorry about that move back there. The last dojo I was in didn't care too much about etiquette. It was all about skill and strength and speed and taking advantage of our opponents' weaknesses. That's one of the reasons why I transferred here.”

“
Don't sweat it,” I say. “Just don't let it happen again.”

‡

I ping Kelly
again on my way out. He immediately connects this time. As I walk past the window I look in. Jake's just standing there watching me leave. I can't see his eyes because of the reflection, but something about the way he's staring makes me a little uncomfortable. It may be totally innocent, but I can't decide whether to feel threatened, creeped out or flattered by the attention.

“‘
Sup, J?”

I hurry away, but I can feel his eyes on my back.

“
On my way home from practice. Mind if I stop by?”

“
Mom's here, but sure. I'm just hanging out, not really doing anything.”

“
Translation: trying to figure out a way to get past level eleven,” I say.

He sighs and tells me I'm coldhearted. “So much for Micah's extra cheater lives. I'm lame. I'm just a lame gamer.”

“
Self-pity doesn't suit you, Kel.”

“
Nothing lamer than a poor-ass gamer like—
Wait a sec… Yes! Woohoo!
”

“
You're playing right now, aren't you? You're playing even as I'm talking to you.”

“…
maybe.”

Frustration wavers on the verge of anger. I don't know what's going on between us, but lately it feels like he's slipping away. I don't want to lose him, and yet it feels like I am

“
It's just the 2D version,” he says, trying to placate me. “You know we don't have HG.”

“
Just save some of that energy for me,” I say. It's a desperate move to distract him, make him pay more attention to me. I immediately feel guilty for being so needy, but not enough not to use my coup-de-gras: “I'm feeling frisky.”

“
Um, I did mention my mom's home, right?”

“
Never stopped us before.”

I can hear him exhale shakily into the Link, and it brings a smile to my face.

When I get to Kelly's house, his five-year-old brother Kyle answers the door. He gives me a big smile and a hug, which I enthusiastically return with change: an extra loud zerbit on his neck. He runs away giggling.

“
Better watch it,” I warn Kelly, when he wanders down from his room. “Looks like you've got some competition.”

“
What? Kyle? Robbing the cradle now, are you?”

“
No one will ever replace Kyle,” I answer. “Not even you. No, I mean at the dojang. There's this new kid. I sparred with him this morning. I think I embarrassed him when I suggested he was hitting on me.”

“
Was he?” Kelly asks.

“
Easy there, cowboy,” I reply, but even I'm not so sure what it really was that happened. “Jake couldn't land a real hit, much less a figurative one, unless I let him.”

Did you? Let him, I mean.”

“
Really? Don't be like that, Kel”

He sighs. “So…Jake, huh? Do I know him?”

“
Doubtful. He's a junior. Not a gamer or hacker. Seems Ash does, though. He was her science lab partner last year.”

I take Kelly's arm and lead him back upstairs.

“
Keep the door open,” his mother yells up at us from the kitchen.

“
Morning, Mrs. C,” I shout back.

We keep the door open—barely—but we don't exactly behave. Even an open door doesn't stop us from getting in some serious make-out time. And it sort of makes things a lot more exciting, too, knowing someone could walk in on us at any moment.

By the time his mother calls for Kelly to come down a half hour later, my whole body's tingling and I feel like I'm about to explode. Kelly has this glazed look in his eyes. I don't know who's in more agony, him or me.

We straighten our disheveled clothes and hair before going downstairs.

“
What are you kids up to today?” Mrs. Corben asks innocently.

“
Going over to Micah's,” Kelly answers. He looks over at me, sees the look on my face and shrugs.

If Mrs. C notices this, she doesn't say anything. Instead, she looks her son up and down and then says, “Walk over. You could use the exercise. You're starting to get a little flabby.”

“
Mom! I'm not getting flabby!”

“
Mm hmm. And what exercise have you gotten lately? Outside of VR, I mean.”

I stay out of this conversation. I know anything I say will just come off sounding suggestive in a way that would make me look slutty.

She throws him an apple from the bowl on the counter and tells him not to stay too long. “Your father'll be home early tonight and he wants to talk to you about colleges.”

Kelly grunts.

After I drop my sparring gear off at home and get a quick shower, we head out to Micah's.

“
He pinged your Link while you were in the bathroom,” Kelly informs me. There's a dark look in his eyes. “Did you talk with him last night after we left or something?”

It's not like Kelly to be jealous of Micah, but after my teasing him this morning, I figure he's probably a bit more sensitive than usual. That's what the make-out session was supposed to take care of.

I shake my head and tell him about Ash's call during dinner.

Kelly grumbles. “This is all just a waste of time. You know that, don't you? An exercise in futility. There's a reason they sealed that place off, and I'm sure they didn't just do a half-assed job about it.”

I shrug. “So what if you're right? Even if it turns out to be impossible, it still beats just sitting around watching you play
Zpocalypto
all the time.”

“
I don't play it all the time!”

“
Dude, you're totally obsessed with it.”