The Player's Weakness | ongoing

TPW// chapter eight

(^^ just made me laugh quite a bit, so I thought I'd share it with you lol)

CHRIS AND I HAD DECIDED TO GET away from the unrelenting noise and suffocation of so many sweaty bodies. Not to mention, my nose was burning from the smell of alcohol and people's incapability of wearing deodrant. Was it really that hard?

I wondered if people got used to the smell. (Advert mans voice) they've gone... Nose blind. I think a bit of febreeze might make it better. And by a bit, I mean a good few litres. I'll just go round drenching people with a delightful lavender scent or something.

We'd perched ourselves on the bench swing, swaying gently in the wind as we reminisced of times when we were young, laughing now about the bullies who used to terrify us- even to a point where a certain Chris tinkled a little and said it was apple juice.

"I panicked!" Chris tried to defend, but laughing heartedly. I was bent over double, struggling to breathe through my laughter. We'd been sat for about half an hour just laughing. It felt good to laugh with someone other than my mother or Emi-Emily! I hadn't seen her since she went to search for Jay.

"I'm going to have to go," I spoke, suddenly feeling solemn to have to leave.

We had spoken of every thing we felt like, including how he now went to the same school that would be playing against ours. In fact, he was on the football team too (which didn't surprise me considering his large, athletic build.)

We laughed again at the stupidity of our rivalry. It seemed so petty some of the things our schools did to each other in spirit of our annual game.

"It was really nice to see you, Ash," he suddenly admitted, face half illuminated by the outside lights. He looked almost bashful.

"You too. We should keep in contact this time," I jokingly punched his shoulder. I didn't want to lose him since I'd only just found him.

Holding my hand out, he quickly obliged, he placed his phone in my hand. It didn't take long for me to put in my number. "Contact," I reinforced, motioning to his phone. He gave me a thumbs up, before I turned away.

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No amount of bracing could prepare me for the drastic change in atmosphere. The air was thick with heat and hormones and felt like a slap in the face when I'd entered.

The party was still in full swing, bodies colliding together as I squeezed past. I'm genuinely shocked I didn't fall on my face, considering I was struggling to see in the strained lighting.

A group to the side were now creating their own clouds of smoke, breathing in the fumes deeply. I don't even want to know what they were smoking. And by the smell of it, I doubted it was legal.

I thought I'd actually successfully conquered the obstacle course they call a teenage party dance floor when someone fell, pushing me roughly. I lost my footing, tripping over my own feet.

For the second time, I felt the world spinning and my body feel the force of gravity as I plummeted towards the wooden flooring. In retrospect, it might have been a good idea to protect myself from falling. I hadn't even had any alcohol and yet my reactions were incredibly slow. I'll blame my tiredness.

Luckily, as if experiencing déjà vu, firm hands caught me in the nick of time.

My heart felt as though it would burst from my chest, beating erratically as though trying to replicate the beat of this painful music. Hands shaking from the near impact, I struggled to calm myself. I hadn't even realised I had my eyes closed, so without hesitation, they fluttered open.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have fallen for me. Twice," it just had to be that nuisance of a classmate. Blake, with his shining blue eyes, leaned down into me. He seemed unbothered by my weight, which must have meant those muscles weren't just on the surface. Impressive. 

Still within his arms, I said,"You know I do wonder how you get a head your size through the door."

Within milliseconds, he'd resonded, "And you should know that my head isn't the only thing of a size about me," his eyes stayed a little longer on his lower region than necessary. Was there ever a moment when this guy doesn't think of inappropriate thoughts?

"By 'of a size,' do you mean non existent?" I added, up righting myself and jutted one hip to the side.

"Do you want to find out?" That arrogant dick questioned, smirking yet again. I mean I didn't blame him for using his looks as an advantage, but did he seriously feel the need to spin any situation into something sexual?

Shaking my head and scoffing, I tried to slip past him. Of course, Blake wasn't having that.

I scanned through the party for Emily, but that was easier said than done. All I managed to see was a lot of skin rubbing against, what do you know, more skin. Let me go wash my eyes out with holy water.

"Shouldn't you be going back to the red head from earlier or are you already bored with her?" I asked as I finally returned my attention to the god like guy stood in front of me. I crossed my arms, awaiting his justification.

He sighed, "Must you always think so poorly of me?"

"You don't make it difficult."

He scoffed. Taking my chance, I managed to squeeze past him.

The front door had been left wide open, probably to welcome the still entering guests, letting a pleasant breeze drift through the hallway.

Only stragglers inhabited the hall, many hiding in corners probably hoping to get lucky tonight. Of what I could see, Luke's road was jam packed with cars of all shapes and sizes. The houses on either side seemed unbothered by the untuneful music blaring from the speakers, clearly audible from outside.

I felt Blake trailing behind me as I searched for Emily.

By now, we'd exited the house and were stood in silence, our only comfort the shouts from inside. The party certainly lived up to its expectations as I witnessed a girl running shirtless out of the large, oak door. She screamed the entire time she passes us, her shirt grasped in her arms.

Blake didn't flinch at her or the beer bottle that fell from a window and smashed behind us. In fact, as usual, he stood like he owned the place, almost looking a little bored.

"You know usually when a girl walks away from you, you don't follow," I enlightened him, finally meeting his playful gaze.

Hand in pocket, he simply stated, "You'll be grateful in a minute." Unless I suddenly transformed into another person, I doubt I'd be feeling grateful any time soon.

Actually, at this point I would rather him be anywhere else right now. No, I would rather be anywhere else; all I wanted was to be far away from this party and just lie in bed or find Emily or go to Mars. But, I was stuck with this drop dead gorgeous guy who I was inevitably attracted to, who I controversially despised.

That was when I heard the resounding squealing of sirens. Maybe I would be grateful for Blake after all...