Game On

Chapter Twenty-Four

(Attached: *jalex screaming*)

ALEX'S P.O.V

"AHHHHHHHHHHOLYSHITAHHHHHHHHMOTHERFUCKERAHHHHHHHHWHATTHEFUCKAHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream.

In my peripheral vision I can see Reid's face. Her eyes are screwed shut, long blonde hair whipping everyone, herself included, in the face. "IF THIS IS THE LAST DAY I LIVE I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I WOULD'VE WON THIS FUCKING GAME!" She yells above the wind and my shrieks.

"DON'T SAY THAT! I'M TOO YOUNG AND PRETTY TO DIE!"

After another minute of terrified pleas to the Lord, the ride from hell finishes. I gesture for Reid to hop out first, but she glares at me as if I'm the bad guy, so I shrug and climb out.

Woah. I'm really dizzy. And apparently so is Reid, because she comes very close to face planting. Good thing she doesn't have to look any further for a knight in shining armour. I grab her forearm and lead her stumbling legs towards a bench.

She sits and stares at my hand. Quickly, I remove my hand and stuff it in my pocket. Looking around for Ruby and Spencer, I feel my stomach settling down. I glance back down to the girl on the bench. She's rubbing her forearm with a strange expression on her face.

"Did I grab your arm too hard? Are you hurt?" I ask in concern.

Her fingers flinch away from her skin and she looks guilty, as if she didn't want to be caught examining her arm. "No, uh, you didn't. Just feeling kinda weird, after the ride, intense G-force, yeah." She stammers awkwardly.

I raise my eyebrow but drop the topic. "You're a special one. Also, fix your hair, you look like a mess."

"You are a permanent mess!" She sneers back.

I throw her a look. "Sure Jan."

A hand claps my back. "That was sick!" Spencer gushes, with his hair going in all crazy directions. The ride was obviously equally as insane for Ruby and Spence as it was for us.

"I just threw up a little." Ruby cringes.

Reid nods in agreement. "Let's take a break from rides guys."

"That was the first ride Reid. Don't be such a girl." I scoff.

"What that supposed to mean dickface? Are you associating weakness with gender? Or did I hear you incorrectly?" She says, her hard eyes piercing me like daggers.

"Easy there tiger." I take a step backwards.

She shows me her middle finger. "Shut up curls."

"Curls?" I question, a smirk on my face.

She shrugs, a red blush creeping up her neck. "Well yeah, get a mirror! You have curls!"

I shake out my curls with my hand, sweeping my fringe off my forehead. Normally I'd have a bandanna on me but Soph has stolen all of mine for a pirate play she's doing at school. I've always wanted to try a man-bun but I'm not sure I could pull it off.

"The curls get the girls!" I grin.

Jordan rolls her eyes. "I hate curls." She has her arms crossed now, pouting.