Play the Game Boy (BWWM)

chapter 1

Faith

Pool parties at Meghan's were the absolute best. Potato chips in every flavor imaginable, delicious hot dogs and hamburgers with European smoked meat prepared by her skilled chef Greg, loud music, and, of course, Chad. Shirtless.

This guy was a beauty. Muah. Dee-vine. Overall toned tanned body from working out at the beach every two days, ripped biceps and triceps, much much much defined torso broadcasting a good amount of abs that if you attentively trailed with your eyes, would lead you to stare at his prominent V-lines for about an hour or so without you realizing. Oh, and I speak from experience : been there, done that.

As I sipped onto a champagne flute someone whom I never saw kept on refilling, a shadow crept up onto my skin and blocked the sun and ironically, my sun, Chad, from my sight.

"Having fun?" Nadine asked, taking a seat next to my spot onto a towel.

"Great," I answered with a smile.

"I've noticed you kept on looking that way," she said, pointing the area of the pool my eyes were just previously fixated upon. "Faith, you do know he's into someone else, right?"

"Yeah, someone he has never dared mentionning," I retorted, staring at my left to observe my friend's facial expression. Her silky dark hair cascaded over her tan shoulder and her grey eyes seemed amused. Nadine looked composed, unphased almost. I guess I was the only one who cared about Chad Evans that much. "For all we know, that girl he met at that fitness camp last summer could not even exist. I have yet to see an Instagram post of them together or something."

Nadine chuckled, stealing my flute to drink from it. She throwed her head back before looking behind us to announce, in a bored tone :

"Wenthward's comimg your way... He's probably in need of his daily dose of flirting with you."

She seemed entertained by that thought.

"Yeah, well, you'd think that by now he'd get tired of the taste of rejection instead of being hooked to it," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, cut the guy some slack," Nadine suggested, getting up to leave, "You can be real cruel when you want to."

Yeah, yeah. I looked down to realize she had taken up with her my champagne and mentally groaned. That bi-

"How's your summer so far?" Brendan let out, sitting down where Nadine had just previously been. His light brown hair was wet and slightly curled at the nape of his head and his blue stare eyed me intensely. Okay, Brendan was hot, like really hot, but he lacked of everything next to Chad, my hashtag MCM since grade 7. Brendan pushed his designer sunglasses back up the bridge of his slender nose and risked himself to rest one of his hand onto my naked thigh.

"Hmm, I'm not sure, but I do know that yours will definitely come to an end really soon if you keep your nasty fingers where they currently are for one more second."

He instantly removed his hand from my skin, as if it was acid.

"Jeez, why do you have to hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you Brendan. I just don't want to sleep with you. There's a major difference."

He silently laughed, folding one of his leg up and pressing it against his chest.

"You make me out to be this horny creep that preys on you at all times."

"Well, it's not my fault if there's not much to differentiate you from the creep you just described," I said gazing up to see Chad disappearing underwater, only to reappear next to his younger sister Michelle a few seconds afterwards. She screamed out in shock and he laughed that beautiful angelic hymn of his that made me melt from where I was.

"Ahh, you're still hung up on him?"

"I'm not hung up on anyone, Brendan," I lied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Oh just admit it Faith, you obsess over him like a young lovestruck fawn or some sort of stalker," he replied, taking off his sunglasses from his face to place them on top of his head.

"Man, you're like a tasteless joke no one bothers to laugh at," I said, getting up and away from him. "Quit trying to be funny."

"I don't want anyone else but you to laugh at me," he responded with a smirk, getting up and stopping me from moving away from him. "Look, I could help you get with Chad, but that would require some cooperation from your part."

"I don't need your help, let alone anyone's," I sighed, pushing him out of my way.

I walked away from him, wondering what in the hell was he referring to when he implied he could help me out... But I knew better than to fall into any of his traps. Brendan was a fine manipulator and I was well aware of that fact.

No matter what his plan was, it probably stemmed from a selfish need of his which I definitely wasn't up to fulfill for him.

"See you later?" I heard his voice ask from behind me, but didn't bother replying, as I was too annoyed with him right now.

I'd see him whenever I'd see him.