Revenge Is Sweet

54 - Yellow Person

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

I run as fast as I can and ignore the small ache in my ankle as I jump and skip the last two steps.

He's right behind me, chasing me through the house with no mercy.

A pair of arms is around me the moment I trip over my own aching foot. I scream and struggle desperately to get out of his grasp. "Please!" I cry.

"Begging won't help you here, honey." Greyson's laughing as he lifts me only to drop me down and pin me against the floor.

I let out a squeal that ends up turning into a giggle. "No! Get off me, you brute!" I kick weakly at him and hug his phone close to my chest.

"Give it back, you little thief." Grey catches both of my wrists and guides them above my head forcefully, pinning them against the floor. I arch my back and kick at him but he's not budging.

He snatches his phone back from me with ease. "No!" I gasp as he shoots up from the floor, leaving me laying on my back.

"I'm going to win!" He shouts as he bolts out of the room. I trip over myself trying to get up and run back upstairs to find my phone.

There's no way I can get his phone back from him, so my only option is to play until the end.

Grey and I started this game a few months back on the newer, non disposable, phones Grey decided to get. It's such an old person game—A simple word puzzle one.

But we take it very seriously.

Grey has been winning the last few games we've played, and I am sick of it. I need to win this round otherwise Grey gets bragging rights again.

Whoever wins gets to ask for anything. And when we first made that rule about the game, I thought it'd mean a lot of sexual stuff.

But no. All Greyson ever asks for is kisses. Just one kiss will satisfy him.

Which makes it really awkward for me if I want to ask for something more.

Luckily—or unfortunately—I have never won, so I never have gotten my chance to ask for something.

Grey laughs from somewhere downstairs. I gasp when his move comes in.

Hullabaloo straight across.

"What the fuck does that even mean?!"

All he does is laugh in response. I scoff and scan my screen desperately.

Within just a few minutes, my phone screen is turning red and I'm being told that I'm a total failure at the English language.

The game doesn't specifically say that, but that's how I feel.

I squeal my rage and bury my face in my pillow. It's not fair that he knows bigger words than I do.

I hear his laughter get louder, probably heading up the stairs. I groan into my pillow and continue my small fit of rage.

Well, more like fit of anger. I don't think it's strong enough to be rage.

"Soph, honey,"

"Fuck you!" I scream into my pillow. "It's not fair!"

The warmth of his hand suddenly slips up my back. I hear him shuffling, maybe kneeling down beside me.

Grey chuckles softly. "I'm sorry you suck at English." He murmurs.

I turn my head to scowl.

Grey smiles. "I'd like my prize now."

"Fuck you."