Broken

| 30 | His Game

I don't think I've ever been this stressed to go out with Tyler. With all of the talk he was doing today, it was like I was living a dream. I've always wanted him to treat me like that. I've always wanted him to want me like that, and to find out that he always did, makes me happier than I've ever been.

I've never wanted him this bad before. That scares me and excites me all at the same time. I want him more than I ever did before, and that alone is enough to motivate me to make tonight the best it can be.

I take a step in front of the mirror and look at my reflection one more time. My hair is tossed to the side and I only wear mascara and Chapstick. I put on a red, button down blouse with leggings and I wore my black converse. I want to look nice. Maybe I overdid it. Great. Now I'm stressing out.

The doorbell rings making me jump, and I rush downstairs to go get it before anyone else in the house does.

I open the door and my heart stops in my chest. Tyler stands there in a baby blue, button down shirt with dark blue jeans. I stand there for a moment in aw of how unbelievably good he looks. The shirt pops out his muscles like you wouldn't believe. He looks so perfect. Those eyes only seem to pop out against the light blue making my eyes gravitate towards them.

"Wow. I thought we were just going to a movie." I say as I stare at his outfit. He stares at mine as well.

"Yeah, that's the plan, but looks like both of us wanted the other to be wowed." he says with a small grin.

"Did it work?"

"Oh yeah." he says as he extends his hand, and I take it as we head to his car. He opens the door for me reminding me of the first night when he took me to the bowling alley.

Chivalry isn't dead, Grace.

Tyler is finally mine. No one will ever know how much that truly means to me. That moment when your crush becomes your boyfriend, and everything else seems to just fall in place.

We arrive at the movie theater which is just down the street from my neighborhood, and he pays for our tickets. We get or popcorn and the guy takes our ticket stubs and we start making our way down the hallway.

We make our way to theater room 2, and we find out we're the first ones in here. Now I feel the tension rising. It's like there's an invisible runner band slowly pulling the both of us together. You want to resist it, but how can you?

He takes my hand and leads me up to the back row, and my heart races in my chest.

Calm down Grace. Calm down.

He leads me to the middle of the back row and we sit down and make ourselves comfortable.

"You seem nervous Grace." he says to me with amusement clear in his voice. I can't bring myself to answer. I can't lie without him knowing, so what's the point. He drives me wild, and he knows it. That's his greatest tool against me.

"Is it because you want to kiss me? Is that it?" he asks as he laughs a bit. I want to kill him for that. Of course I want to kiss him. I want nothing more than to feel that ecstatic feeling once again.

"Stop." I say to him as I feel myself start to lose it.

"Fine. I'll just wait till the movie starts."

I wish he wouldn't at all. Every bring about tonight is stressful enough. This is my first date with Tyler as a couple. I really like him, and now he knows that. The only problem with that is that he's using that to have power over me. All of it is such a game to him. He loves watching me squirm.

People start to flood into the theater, and I try desperately to keep myself calm in my seat. My whole body feels like it's got a ticking time clock on it. Just waiting for me to go off. I shove a piece of popcorn in my mouth and slowly chew on it to distract myself from the boy sitting painfully close next to me.

The lights dim as the previews start. My breath seems to have disappeared as I realize we are the only ones in the back row. Another thing he will surely use to his advantage. Another point for him in this terrible game he's always seeming to win.

I jump as I feel his hand rest on my thigh. My breath is nonexistent at the moment. I bite down on my lip as he squeezes slightly making feelings erupt in my stomach. I shut my eyes tight, praying for him to make this easier on me. I can almost taste the blood forming on my lip as I bite down harder to suppress the ache growing in my stomach.

His hand slides up the side of my body until it reaches my hair. His fingers twine themselves to graze my scalp as he gently tugs giving me feelings I didn't think were possible to have. He slowly massages my scalp, and I feel myself tense under his touch.

I feel his breath, hot and heavy on my neck until I can finally feel him press his lips on them. I gasp and mentally curse myself out for making any noise at all.

With his hand still massaging my head, he slowly moves up to kiss my jaw. I turn my head, unable to bare the ache anymore, and crash my lips into his. He moans slightly as I grab a fistful of his hair and pull him to me. He laughs slightly as my other hand grazes down the front of his body wanting desperately to feel his toned stomach.

Both of his hands are now twined in my hair as he kisses me roughly. His tongue exploring my mouth as he gently bites my lip to keep me on my toes.

His hands move to grab onto my cheeks, but he pulls away, leaving me empty inside. He wears an ignorant smirk on his face when he sees my very disappointed expression.

"Why did you pull away?" I whisper to him, anxious to feel his lips on mine again.

"It's better when you want me. If I give you all you want, then you won't want it anymore." he says as he traces his thumb on my cheek.

"That's a load of crap."

"You want more don't you?" he asks me with a playful grin, as if he knows he's right.

I don't answer.