♥; The Game

Chapter 4

Finally, school was over. This was the worst day of my life. On top of everything else that was happening in my life, I failed a Spanish pop quiz. I don't know what on earth i'm going to do with myself.

I hopped in the family van, with Jay, of course, and headed over to the middle school section of our school. Now, I know I said before that I was only in 9th grade. I am. We live in this tiny town in Canada, where you only have to be fourteen to get your license and such, so I took advantage of that little rule and got my permit and license as soon as I turned 14.

"Hey, guys." Courtney said, piling all of her stuff into the back seat. 

"Hey," Jay said, sympathetically, "Jade told me what happened. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. No biggie. It's bound to happen to somebody anyways. I just hope it's over, though. It's really scary; having to watch my back, everywhere I turn. It's turning me paranoid. It's like, it's like he wants to play a, game or something..."

"Stop, Courtney!" I yelled, maybe a little bit too harshly, "You're making me more paranoid than I already am!!

Then, something fell down in the back seat. It was nothing; one of Courtney's bags was misplaced and fell. But still, it scared the shit out of all three of us. At the same time, we all jumped and turned around, while gasping, just to see Courtney's purple Jansport backpack lying on the floor of the van. 

"Courtney!" I yelled again, this time, meaning all of the fury, "Why would you put your backpack there?!"

"How was I supposed to know it would fall?!" Courtney spat back at me.

"Chill out guys." Jay said in his normal tone, trying to get us both to calm down. "Let's try to get to your house before you guys rip each other apart. God, you're getting me paranoid, and this isn't even happening to me!"

I glanced at Courtney, then at Jay, then through the windshield. I started driving home, and we were there before we knew it. No problems what so ever. Yay, no creepy people trying to kill me and my little sister. That's always good, I suppose. When we got home, all three of us lugged all of our stuff into the house, almost out of breath.

"God! If our school is as rich as it claims to be, why can't they just hire a butler for every kid to carry their stuff everywhere?" I said, annoyed.

Jay glanced at me, while at the same time, smiling and cracking up. I tried my best to unlock the front door to our house without dropping anything, and finally, I got it. I felt so accomplished. Jay and I brought our stuff up to my room and Courtney departed into hers. We were just listening to music and playing would you rather for a while, good times. But then, I realized Jay constantly reaching up and feeling his neck, with a rather worried look on his face. I scanned his neck, and saw dark red/light purple finger marks making one big ring around his neck.

"What are those?" I said, transitioning out of a laugh into a more serious mood.

"Well, today at school," he said, seriously, "right after we said bye after guitar, some, tall, wierd guy stole the note you gave me, ripped it into tiny pieces, and placed a tiny notecard into my hand. Then, I just felt hands, probably his, and started suffocating me! I didn't black out; it was only for a second."

"...Him. It was Him. Give me the note."

The note read:

So you, Jade and Courtney want to have fun? How about that game? Well, you best play by the rules, or you'll get disqualified.

"He must've meant that you shouldn't have told anyone," Jay said, sounding confused, "I bet that's why he killed Hillary..."

"Woooooooow." I said in a degrating voice, "What did we do to Him? Why do we even deserve this?!"

"I, I don't know. But I do know one thing. He's not just after you. He's after everyone you love."

"...Oh no. We have to warn Courtney."

We both hopped of my bed, dropped everything we were doing and stormed down the hallway as fast as we could to Courtney's room. Jay knocked on the door, then posted his arm against the door way. He looked really cute. Okay, no. I had to stop thinking like this. Bleh.

She finaly opened the door, and I stormed in, and shouted, "You can't tell anyone about him."

"Oooh, him?" She pointed to Jay. "I always knew you guys had a lil' some some goin' on he...-"

I cut her off, "No! Him! We went over this in the morning."

She looked up at the ceiling. "Oh yeah... well, all I told was Jailene. That's it. I mean, you told Jay, so it's okay, right?"

The room fell to a terrible silence.