Episode 7: Dorm Game Night

Hello Little One

Episode 7: Dorm Game Night

“Ivy, pleaaase come with me,” Camila whined, dramatically draping herself over Ivy’s bed. “It’s just a little game night, not a death sentence.”

Ivy sighed, folding her arms. “I don’t know… I’m not exactly the competitive type.”

Lila, who was scrolling through her phone on Ivy’s desk, snorted. “That’s a lie. You literally argued with a vending machine for five minutes last week.”

“That was different,” Ivy huffed. “It ate my dollar.”

Camila rolled onto her back. “C’mon, it’ll be fun. It’s just a dorm event—some board games, a little competition. Oh, and Elena’s going to be there.”

Ivy froze.

Lila smirked. “Aaaand there it is.”

Ivy scowled. “That is not a reason for me to go.”

“Really?” Camila propped herself up on her elbows. “Because I’m pretty sure Elena loves teasing you, and you seem to love pretending you don’t like it.”

Lila nodded solemnly. “Textbook denial.”

Ivy grabbed a pillow and threw it at them. “Shut up.”

Camila caught it, laughing. “Ivy, babe, you have to go now. It’ll be a crime to miss Elena making you blush in front of everyone.”

“I do not—” Ivy started, but Lila was already pulling her out of bed.

“Too late,” Lila announced. “You’re coming.”

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The common room was buzzing with energy—students gathered around tables, snacks scattered everywhere, and a giant scoreboard on the wall titled DORM WAR: THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN.

Ivy gulped.

Camila grinned. “Ohhh, this is going to be chaos.”

Ivy barely had time to process before a familiar, teasing voice called out—

“Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up.”

Ivy turned to see Elena standing with her arms crossed, smirk firmly in place.

“You were not this excited to see me in the library,” Ivy muttered, crossing her arms.

Elena leaned in slightly. “That’s because you weren’t blushing like you are now.”

Ivy’s brain short-circuited.

Camila and Lila, standing behind her, gasped dramatically.

“Oh my god,” Camila whispered. “Ivy.exe has stopped working.”

Lila cackled.

Ivy shook off her embarrassment and forced herself to focus. “Whatever. Let’s just… play the stupid games.”

Elena chuckled, tilting her head. “Oh, so you’re playing now? Guess I should warn you—I never lose.”

Ivy rolled her eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

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The game organizer, a loud and overly excited sophomore named Max, clapped his hands.

“Alright, listen up, everyone! Tonight’s event is a mix of different games—card games, trivia, some good old-fashioned charades—but with a twist. You’ll be paired up randomly, and you and your partner will compete together in every round. Highest-scoring team wins.”

Ivy exhaled. Okay. Random teams. That’s fine. That means I won’t—

“And the first pairing is… Ivy and Elena!”

Ivy’s stomach dropped.

The entire room let out a collective ooohhh.

Camila snorted. “This is so rigged.”

Elena, meanwhile, looked delighted. She turned to Ivy with an exaggerated look of surprise. “Oh wow, what are the odds?”

Ivy groaned. “I hate my life.”

Elena leaned in, voice lower. “You sure about that, Little One?”

Ivy’s face burned.

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The first game was a brutal mix of truth-or-dare and trivia, where wrong answers led to increasingly embarrassing dares.

“Elena and Ivy,” Max announced. “Your question—What’s the capital of Switzerland?”

Ivy’s brain emptied.

Elena smirked, clearly waiting to see if Ivy knew it.

“I—I don’t know,” Ivy admitted.

Max grinned. “Then you two have to do the dare!”

Ivy braced herself.

“Alright, your dare is…” Max checked the card. “Elena has to whisper something in Ivy’s ear that makes her blush.”

The entire room erupted.

Camila actually fell off her chair laughing. Lila was pounding the table.

Ivy froze. “WHAT?”

Elena grinned. “Well, if it’s a rule…”

Before Ivy could stop her, Elena leaned in, lips close to her ear, and murmured something too low for anyone else to hear.

Whatever she said—

Ivy turned bright red.

Elena pulled back, smirking. “That did the trick.”

Ivy buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.”

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Pictionary should have been easy. It should have been fine.

It was not.

The moment Ivy started drawing, Elena refused to guess the right answer.

Ivy scrawled a picture of a cat.

Elena smirked. “Is it… a very angry potato?”

Ivy glared. “Elena.”

“A mutant squirrel?”

“IT’S A CAT.”

Elena shrugged. “Looks more like a fuzzy gremlin.”

Lila and Camila were dying.

Ivy groaned. “I swear to—”

Elena finally smirked and said, “Fine. Cat.”

Ding! The scoreboard updated.

Elena winked. “See? I’m helping.”

Ivy threw the marker at her.

Zenzy Moment: The Unexpected Softness

By the end of the night, Ivy was exhausted.

Elena, surprisingly, didn’t tease her. Instead, she nudged Ivy’s shoulder lightly. “You did good, Little One.”

Ivy blinked. “…Really?”

Elena nodded. “You survived. That’s impressive.”

Ivy smiled a little. “Thanks. I think.”

They stood in silence for a moment.

Then Elena smirked again. “Of course, I still won more rounds than you.”

Ivy groaned. “And there it is.”

Elena laughed, ruffling Ivy’s hair. “Better luck next time, Little One.”

Ivy scowled. “You’re so annoying.”

Elena just grinned.

Camila and Lila exchanged looks.

“Oh yeah,” Lila whispered. “She’s so gone for her.”

Camila smirked. “And she doesn’t even know it yet.”

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