Intoxicated

Ten

Author's Note: Just wanted to add that I'm going to change some parts of the game and the rules for the purpose of the storyline, etc so if you pick up on any differences, that's why! Enjoy! 

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"Zac." 

I pulled away immediately when I heard him. Although he had called for Zac, I knew he was looking at me. I could tell without looking up at him. 

"Dave-" Zac began and I almost felt sorry for him since I was the one who'd made him spit out all the secrets. 

"We'll talk about it later." Dave said. 

This time I looked up and my blue eyes met his blazing brown. 

"Lyla." His jaws were set tight again and for a heartbeat I wanted to roll my eyes at him because he was always mad about something but I knew better. 

"Let's go." 

I glanced at Zac and gave him a small smile. I didn't want to argue with Dave and even though my curiosity was dying to consume me - if it hadn't already - I knew it would be a lot easier to talk to Dave alone rather than in front of a whole club. And however that fight would turn out, I especially did not want Zac in the middle of it. 

I stood when he began to move. 

While I followed him and his bouncer back out of the nightclub, I wondered what he'd say. Would he explain or would he yell? My bet was on the latter. He yelled most of the time anyway and  I was pretty certain that this would be like all of those other times. Especially since I had I deliberately went out of my way to, not only to talk to Zac but to ask him about everything Dave refused to talk about. 

When we got inside his car, he didn't immediately start it. I kept my eyes on my hands which were playing with nervously with the hem of my dress. 

"I don't know what to do with you." Dave admitted. Finally breaking the silence. 

I almost choked at the sound of his voice. He sounded, almost...lost? Defeated? I looked at him so I could see his expression. 

His forehead was pressed against the steering wheel. 

"I tell you to stop asking questions yet you ask them anyway. I tell you the less you know the better and within five minutes you're sitting by Zac asking him about everything that I told you it was better off not knowing." 

"Don't you understand, Lyla?" His eyes were closed, voice gruff. 

 "Once they know you know, they'll either kill you or keep you-I was just trying to..." Dave trailed off, shaking his head.  

"You were trying to what?" I asked. 

Dave shook his head. 

"It's too late. Zac will tell them that you know more than I told them you know and then that'll be it." 

"I don't understand-" Who was they? The designers? The ones that had trapped Dave in the game?

Dave turned to me, eyes narrowed and jaws set in that telltale way. "Of course you don't fucking understand! You were supposed to stay out not sneak around for information!" 

His anger only rubbed off on me. Did he really expect me to sit around and accept everything he told me to do? Did he expect me to just give it a week without the slightest clue about why I was even giving it a week? 

"You gave me no other choice!" 

"You were so hard to understand, you'd yell and then you'd be so nice the next second. Why are you even watching over me?"