Cassey's P.O.V:
I barge into my house, scaring the shit out of my sister who is watching T.V in the living room.
"Jesus Christ, Cass, don't you knock?"
"Who the hell knocks on their OWN front door when its unlocked?" I skip to the kitchen and grab a Caprisun from the refrigerator. I stab the plastic hole and begin sucking on the straw. The refrigerator door closed by itself so i didn't need to tap the door with my foot.
"Katie!" i yell.
"What?"
"When's mom and dad coming home?" I ask. I wander into the living room where she is watching Pretty Little Liars.
"I don't know sometim-...NO! HANNA NO!" I look at the T.V screen and see a blonde girl getting ran over by a SUV. I roll my eyes. My 22 year old sister is curled up in a blanket, with ice cream, tearing up because a character got ran over. I dont waste another second watching this horrific and pathetic sight. I jog up the stairs while sucking on the skinny yellow straw. My door is completely decorated with "The Walking Dead" posters. I go inside my Walking Dead poster covered room and leap tummy first onto my bed. I closed my eyes so i could go to sleep. As I drift off i feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I groan in frustration as i slip it out of my pocket.
From: 555-1290
Hey, girl, it's Taylor from first period. I was just wondering if you still wanted to go to that pool party...with me?
I sit up on the edge of my bed and add his number to my contact list. I know he's a player in The Virginity Games and all, but they only choose really hot well-known girls so I'm totally safe from being chosen.
To: Taylor Spence
Yea, for sure. You're gonna pick me up at 8 right?
From: Taylor Spence
Ya, juz tell me where you live oh and look hawt ;)
To: Taylor Spence
Calm down boy and I live at 654 McGreger Street
From: Taylor Spence
See you tomorrow ;) Bye
To: Taylor Spence
Ok, Baii :D
I put my phone on silent so my nap doesnt get any more interruptions. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Taylor's POV:
A smirk couldn't help but scatter across my face. Cassey is going to be easy. Too easy. I don't usually go for the shy, innocent, unknown type of girls, but she is just too beautiful to pass up.
"Tay-Taylor, come out and...and find the TV....re....mote" My drunk step-dad slurs. I roll my eyes in annoyance. Out of all the successful, good men out there, my mom chose his drunk ass to be a "father". I unlock the door and find him in his boxers, with a bottle of beer in one hand, and the TV remote in the other.
"Aaron, the remote it's in your hand, right there" i say while pointing at it.
"Are you implyin' dat i em stuuuuupppid boi"
"No, I'm just saying-"
His fist makes contact with my cheek bone. I try to hit him back, but i see three of the bastard. He punches me again, and again, and again. **********************
~The Next Morning~ All my muscles burn and feel torn up. My whole body is sore and aching, but i have to go to school, i need to talk to Cassey. I slowly walk to the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. I have a big purple bruise on my cheek, a fat swollen bottom lip, and my left eye is really redish/ pinkish. I "walk" to my dressers and pick out a white T-Shirt, blue thin sweater, some denim jeans and grab my shoes from under my bed. I change and look in the mirror before "jogging' to the bathroom. The mirror cabinet has my mom's make-up which i really need to cover my crappy looking face. After i apply, what i assume is foundation because of it's label, i take one last look at myself in the mirror, i looked fine except for my eye. I "walked" back to my room to grab my backpack then headed out the door before Aaron woke up. My black 2014 Camry (I named JLo), sat in the driveway. I pushed the button on my key thingy so the doors would unlock. I slip into the car and enter my baby. As i purposely drive down the street Cassey said she lives on, I spot her walking with a guy. Who this faggot. I pull over by the curb and slow down so my car is going at her pace.
"Hey Cassey need a lift?' she stops in her tracks and I get a pretty good look at the guy. I know him. I don't remember from where but im positive ive seen him.
"Can Jacob come too?"
"No" i pout. She raises her eyebrow. She looked so damn cute i couldnt say no! "fine"
Cassey smiled in satisfaction and victory. I lean over and open the passenger door. Cassey totally ignores my gentlemen gesture and opens the backseat door and hops in with Jacob. I close the door.
"Was there a point to that?"
"Point to what?" She teases. She starts laughing and i playfully roll my eyes.
A/n:
Hey it may've been boring but stick around games are about to begin. Oh so who you think the guy is? a threat? dont forget to get the pix of characters by kiking me at mini_mexican_proud AFTER 7:45 p.m or email me at dodgersrule101@gmail.com
People ill have up
- Isabel - Cassey - Taylor
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The Virginity Games
Ficção Adolescente"Treat me like a queen, And i'll treat you like a king, But treat me like a game, And I'll show you how it's played" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cassey and Isabel didn't want to be chosen. No unslutty girl did, but to their surprise, t...
