The Game

Chapter 2

The Game

Chapter 2

Blake’s POV

“Come on babe, let’s go to the mall!” Blondie shrieks into my ear, tugging my shirt trying to get me off of my comfortable bed.

I rub my eyes getting rid of the sleepiness, and stare up at her. She is wearing one of my favorite shirt, that reaches up to her mid-thigh, her blonde hair messy, cheeks flush, eyes sparkling. She’s hot, I admit, she was good at bed, I admit that too. But for the love of God, I just can’t remember her name! I sure as hell aren’t going to admit that! Apparently, girls don’t like it when you don’t remember their names.

I grunt and roll over to the other side of the bed, but her fingers keep probing me. I groan, damn, why did I bring her back to my place? I must have too much alcohol in me…

“Get up Blake! I’m hungry and you told me that you’re gonna get me that diamond necklace from Tiffany’s!” She complains loudly. Yup, I was definitely drunk last night, can’t remember a dang thing.

My head is throbbing, only can be in the works of a major hangover. I grab my pillow and hold it over my head to cover my ears. Finally, her screechy voice become muffles and just wait for it… “Ugh! You are such a jerk I can’t believe I slept with you last night! Don’t you ever call me again!” And with that, she slams the door behind her.

I let out a sigh of relief, and just when I’m about to drift into peaceful sleep… “Beep!” I groan and check my phone, clicking open to the new text message, “o im so sory babe i dint mean dat!!!!!! i think im on my period :/ u can so cal me l8r ttyl xoxo”

What the hell? I had to read that message at least five times with my head screaming at me to get what she said. I bet some chimp can spell better than that, but then again, you have to give her some credit for spelling some words correctly. But is she the definition of a dumb blonde? Who tells a guy that they are on their period?

Whatever, I shrug, as if I’m going to call her back. With that thought, I finally went to sleep uninterrupted.

~*~*~*~

“Man, that was some party last night!”

Right now, I’m sitting at my friend, Chris’s living room playing Black Ops with the guys. “Yeah! Hey, Blake that was some girl you got last night! What’s her name?”

I shrug, not taking my eyes off of the screen, “Don’t know.”

Dylan snickers, “I think you mean you don’t remember because you were so intoxicated.”

“Probably.” I agree, half-listening to what he’s saying.

“Well, did you at least bang her?” Brad asks, not even trying to be discreet with the word.

I sigh, and pause the game, “Yes, Brad.”

“Haha, nice!” He comments and put up a hand to me for a high-five.

I glare at his hand, eventually he shrugs and put that hand into a bag of potato chip. That guy is so dumb, after knowing me all these years, doesn’t he know that I don’t take pride in taking advantages of girls? Granted, he doesn’t know the real reason why I do that, but still.

When I resume back into the game, Chris’s phone vibrates, “Oh shit! My girl just texted me. I gotta go.” He tells us as he gathers up his stuff.

“Dude, you’re so whipped!” Dylan yells out, chortling.

“No I’m not!” Chris quickly defends himself.

“Uh huh. Did she even say why she needs you?” Dylan challenges.

“Uh, well, no.” Chris stammers, hang his head down in shame, admitting defeat.

I laugh and shake my head, guys who are in committed relationships, nothing but a joke.

“Hey, at least I have a girlfriend!” Chris obviously don’t like being the one getting teased at.

“I’ve had girlfriends too!” Dylan retorts.

“Me too!” Brad butts in. Huh, I didn’t even know he had been listening to the conversation.

“Yeah, everyone except Blake.” Now all of them looks at me.

“What?” I ask. My guy in the game already won since Dylan was so easily distracted by Chris’s text.

“Yeah, how come you never had a girlfriend? All the girls in Corrington are crazy over you.” Dylan says.

“ ‘Cause they aren’t worth my time.” I shrug, starting another game. How sad, it’s me against the machine. Oh, it’s on.

“Hmm, no, I don’t think that’s it,” Dylan stops for a second to ponder, “aww, is our little Blakie afraid of getting his heart broken over some girl?” He coos. Definitely does not suit him.

I pause the game. Again. “No, Dyllie. Can we drop this now?” I say as calm as I can and resume the game.

Dylan has this scowl on his face, he hates it when I call him that. “No, Blake I want to know why you’re scared to get your heart broken.”

“I don’t!” I exclaim, he is really getting on my nerves right now…

“Then prove it!” He exclaims back.

“How?” This dude is nuts.

“Let’s make a bet.”

“What bet?” At least I wasn’t the only who’s looking at Dylan like he’s crazy.

“Let’s say. Blakie here, has to steal a girl’s heart, without his being broken.”

We just stare at him.

“That’s insane.” Chris broke the silence.

Dylan just ignores him, “What do you say?” He stares at me waiting for my answer. Already knowing my answer would be negative.

But I just love to disappoint people, “So basically, I have to get the chosen girl to fall in love with me without me falling for her?” I ask just want to make sure.

“Yup. And I get to choose the girl.” He says with a smirk.

“Fine. How long do I get?” I’m fine with him choosing the girl, I know I can make a girl to fall at my feet with a flip of my hair, and the dumping would be even easier.

Dylan thought about this for a moment, and when he makes eye contact with me again, his eyes are now brimming with mischievous, “You have to break up with her at the Winter Dance. So if you accept my bet, but break any of these conditions, like not getting her to fall for you before the dance or you falling for her, you lose.”

Winter Dance? That seems a bit harsh, other than Prom, that’s the biggest thing for a high school girl. “Alright. What do I get when I win?”

Dylan laughs, “Oh, feeling confident are we? Well, when either of us win, we get each other’s car.”

“Okay, get ready to carpool then.” I say as I pat Dylan’s back.

He just shrugs me off. Silly Dyllie, does he really think I won’t be able to win this bet? I’ve learned my lesson on love, I know better to than to fall.

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