VENOM
I watched the ball shoot off and smirked at how far it went.
"That's how you do it," I said with a smug grin, and I waited for another ball to be prepared.
"Why don't you call her if you're so bored?" Mishka deadpanned as he stood there like a toad.
I squinted my eyes and positioned myself before hitting the ball. "I have a life, my friend. My world doesn't revolve around her."
"Sure, and playing golf an hour before the sun sets is called life. But then again, I prefer this to you following her all the time like a love-sick fool."
This time, I hit the ball in the direction of Mishka, and the f*cker did not even flinch, even if the ball missed his head a few inches.
"Screw it.” I threw the golf club somewhere and snatched a bottle of water before drinking it and pouring some on
