Lucian stood beside the bucket, a mischievous glint in his eye. As the ball fell to the ground, he said, "Oops, my bad."
I couldn't help but chuckle at Lucian's antics. He was always so serious, but now he seemed to be enjoying the chaos he had caused.
Caelan's face turned red with rage as he stormed over to stand in front of Lucian. "What was that for?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.
Lucian smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Just making sure the game stays interesting," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Caelan's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to Lucian. "You think you're funny, don't you?" he sneered.
Lucian's smile grew wider. "I'm hilarious," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "And you're just a sore loser."
Caelan's face turned even
