Players Life

Chapter 10: lightweight

Ingrid POV

After a drive, with the main noises being the slight hum of the car, my random drunken blabberings, and the occasional chuckle from Jason when I say something stupid, we finally arrive at my house.

"Give me your phone." Jason demands once we've parked in front of my house, all the lights are turned off, except for one in Daria's room.

"Ha, why? Are you gonna give me your number?" I'm pretty sure my words are slurred, but that doesn't stop me from leaning over and placing a kiss on his earlobe.

"Ingrid, please contain yourself." He tenses and pushes me slightly away, and I plonk into my seat, faking a sad pout.

"And yes, I am going to give you my number, just in case you ever need help or something." His brows furrow, causing little lines in his forehead.

"Oh, and what exactly would would I be needing help with?" I say in a rushed breath, my fingertips grazing over his wrist.

I guess hanging around Kat all the time had taught me some things after all.

But Jason moves my hand off, and shakes his head. "If you ever need help with Ace or anything. Not that I think you will, but just in case..." He starts, and grabs my phone out of my hands.

I fumble around with it first, and get it to unlock, although it takes me 3 times, as my fingers keep missing the right numbers.

"There, all done. I would let you go in yourself, but I'm afraid you'll fall off the stairs or pass out in the corridor or something" He unbuckles his seat belt, and once he sees me fumbling with mine, unbuckles it for me.

"You know, if you wanted to see my bedroom you could've just asked..." I open the door slightly, but then turn back to Jason.

He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Honestly, Ingrid, just get out." He's so aggressive when he's flustered, and I can't help but stare a little, but then get out of the car alongside him.

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Once we're inside, I can see Jason's bluish green eyes take in all the expensive art on the walls and marvel at the modern contemporary statues that my mother likes to keep near the large TV.

My mother was a big lover of art, although she never made any herself, and thanks to my dads recent funding, she's been able to start an art gallery of her own. A kind of minimalistic black and white building, holding pieces worth more than my house.

"This way!" I giggle, as I drag him away from a large splattered black and white painting.

I try to pull him up the staircase, but my arms go limp as I end up with my back against the wall, the wooden railing of the stairs poking into my back.

"You're kind of a light head, and by that I mean you get drunk super easily, somebody could really take advantage of that, you know." Even in the dark, the concern on his face was evident.

"Oh puhhhh-leaasse. I'm having an aah-mazing time." I yawn, rubbing my eyes, my back still against the wall. My eyes close for a few seconds, and then flutter open again, already adjusted to the dark.

"Let's get you to sleep." Jason pulls me off the wall, and slowly, we climb the stairs, me stumbling on a few steps, and when we finally reach the top, I collapse onto the plush carpet on the left of the staircase, right outside my sister, Daria's room.

I stretch my arms out and let out a sleepy groan. I can see the lights flickering in Daria's room, and wonder what she's thinking.

"C'mon Ingrid, where's your room?"He tries to lift me up and he lets out a grunt when I don't comply.