Mr Player, I'm Going To Beat You At Your Own Game

Chapter 6

Hi everyone!! Sorry for the horrible updating, I feel really bad… I’ve been having a bit of trouble with this chapter lately, almost like I don’t feel inspired. I’m not the type to plan things out so I have no idea what direction I am going in with this story. I feel I should start planning but a week after I usually think of other things I want to do and then I just become confused. Anyways, this chapter might be short kind of like a filler. Just until I can think of more things I can add to make it better.

ALSO, I’m not quite sure who should play Ben, Harrison, Mickey, Ethan, Damien, Joel, Stephan and Chester… Maybe even coach if you want haha. I can’t think of any young guys that would be perfect to play them and help make the story more realistic. So any suggestions would be amazing. J

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I ran towards my car, keys in hand and quickly unlocked the driver’s side door, putting the keys in the ignition and sped off with tears streaming down my face. Sure, I’d had the last words but I was feeling pretty defeated. I felt stupid for getting so emotional. I mean, I don’t even know Jason that well so why did his words bother me so much?

“Ahhh!” I yelled as I hit my hand against the steering-wheel. Tears continued to flood down my cheeks as I sped back to my house which wasn’t that far away. I hated the feeling when I cried, I felt like I couldn’t breathe and that my heart was going to explode. How can people say that after they cry they feel better? Crock of bullshit if you ask me.

I came to a screeching halt out the front gates of my house and clicked my buzzer, watched the iron gates open, before racing the car up the driveway and out the front of the garage. As I sat in the car staring at the crème coloured roller door a bunch of emotions hit me all at once almost as though they were fighting for control. Anger was the emotion that won.

“Stupid Savie stupid! How could you let that bastard win! Ahhh!” I screamed laying my head down onto the top part of the steering wheel trying to take deep breaths and calm myself down. 

A knock sounded on my side window causing me to let out a shriek. Matt smiled apologetically before opening the car door and crouching down beside me.

“What you doin’,” He asked raising an eyebrow “You looked a bit crazy talking to yourself” he continued chuckling. I smiled at him but I was sure it looked more like a grimace.

He quickly turned serious “You got onto the team right? I swear if you didn’t I am going to call up the school and complain ‘cause I’ve seen you play and you are amazingly talented.” He spoke in a rush before I put my hand over his mouth smiling from ear to ear.

“I got on the team!” I squealed before pulling him into a quick hug.

“Oh thank god. I knew you would do great, I just wish your mum and dad were there to see…” he trailed off creating an awkward silence.

“As long as I’m proud of myself that’s all that matters, right?” I smiled, getting out of the car and grabbed my hockey bag and school bag I locked the car and headed towards the front door with Matt following closely behind me. I told Matt I was going up to my room and took the stairs two at a time. I walked into my room and closed my bedroom door, my thoughts immediately went to Martha. How could I just run out on her without at least saying good-bye?

‘It was Jason’s fault, not mine’ I thought as I put my hockey bag back in the closet, then after throwing my school bag on my bed.

As hard as I tried to forget his words, they kept replaying in my head over and over again. I was completely clueless as to what I had done to him to make him treat me so badly. Sure, I was a bit sarcastic at times but he threw it right back at me.