Had Maddie any idea that George or anyone else saw her as the female version of Luke, her reaction to that likely would’ve been quite the show. She thrived on originality, as well as the fact that she was just so much cooler than Luke and his stupid self. When it came to George’s boyfriend, though, Maddie knew deep down that she couldn’t compete, so she was content with her cockiness and her position as one of George’s friends.
“Yeah, if you can prove me wrong. Which you won’t, so I’m just gonna be my awesome cocky self and shove my talents in your face.” She blew a raspberry into the walkie and momentarily shifted her position to wipe the spit off.
A laugh came when George said she’d have to make five shots in a row. “Now who’s the cocky one?” She herself had yet to hit her intended marks five times in a row. The most she’d ever gotten was three.
They shared that in common, the love of winning. Maddie was only competitive in the sense that she wanted to win the glory and the gloating rights. If she lost, she always played it off as if the contest didn’t matter, like she was too good for it, anyway. George’s challenge was impossible to turn down. “Oh, I’m totally in on that bet, Hershey.” The ancient head of security sure came up with some weird and lame nicknames sometimes. Hershey was only slightly better than Teeny Bopper.
Tracking her friend’s next shot, Maddie waited until she’d picked up her walkie again to burst into laughter. “Too bad you’re not using red paintballs. Might’ve made that one look like Rudolf.”