Game On

Chapter Five UPDATED

(Attached: Spencer Reid)

JORDAN'S P.O.V

I glanced at my bright phone screen and checked the time, reading that it had been a total of 1 hour since my little stunt with Carter. I had now made it home and was getting some fresh air to help sober me up. A ragtag team of Spencer's friends had also come back for the bonfire after party. I quite frankly wanted to avoid his friends who would definitely be sloppily drunk by this time of the night.

The liquor in my system was clouding my judgement, but the memory of me leaving a dumbfounded teenage boy in the space of dumbfounded teenagers had a hilarious appeal to both drunk and sober me. I knew that I would wake up tomorrow with a massive headache and a funny recollection of my brilliant idea.

The only thing which could possibly ruin my positive vibe, would be for Mr Asshole himself to join me out on my balcony at 1am in the morning.

He didn't let me down.

"I bet you're feeling like top shit right now. Aye, Reid?" He drawled as he came to stand next to me against the railing. He was also under the influence.

"I've always been top shit Carter. It's just taken you this long to figure it out." I calmly replied.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips and my heart jumped in my chest at the sound.

Well that was pleasant.

As we both looked out on the dimly lit street in front of us, I found myself wanting Alex Carter to make that sound again.

I don't know how much time passed in the comfortable silence before I realised that although this moment was beautiful, it was too intimate for me to be sharing with Carter of all people.

"See ya around... Asshole."

I don't know why I added that last bit on, I guess I just didn't want him to get the wrong idea. Not that he would. Because he hated me as much as I did him.

He cleared his throat before he grinned and said "You too...Bitch"

I walked back into the bedroom and locked the balcony door to get undressed and climb into bed. Only when my eyes surrendered to sleep, did I hear the string of curse words and pounding on my balcony door, reminding me I locked him outside.

I smiled to myself and continued my much needed rest.

•••

"Hairy camel balls" I heard a whisper in my ear.

An image flooded my brain and I fought the unwanted nightmare that terrorized my hungover self.

"Alex Carter" The whisper said again.

I screamed.

That was a nightmare that I could just not fight. He was a nightmare that I just could not fight.

"I knew that would do the trick" Ruby giggled from her side of the bed.

I threw my pillow at her, in an attempt to silence her obnoxious voice and the thumping in my head.

"This is total shit" I groaned.

"Yes, well that's what you get! What is happening to my Jordy and who is this party animal in my bed?"

"My bed." I corrected her.

She seemed to always forget that this was in fact my bed, my room and my house.

"Whatever. You are a good drunk though! You poured yourself a glass of water and put out some headache pills for the morning!" She coaxed, as she gestured to the set up on my bed-side table.