Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Nine.

"Just because we're trapped in here doesn't mean a thing sweetheart. Except there's a high chance of me fucking you. I have everything fun in my house anyway." He winked and I felt a little light headed. How could he be relaxed with saying stuff like that? I stumbled a little as he said it. Fucking me? I'm not that type of girl. "Why do people pass out from winks?" He sounded genuine and chuckled a bit. "Is it because I'm too sexy? I try to tone it down but damn, I guess I can't." He didn't sound too unhappy about it. He looked at my frozen face and laughed. "Just kidding Mary Jane. You're way too sweet for a fuck up like me."

Kinda hoped he saw the way my eyes rolled like wheels at him. He put an arm around me and steered along the long hallways until we stopped and he opened the door. 

"Game room baby! Wanna shoot zombies? Wanna pretend you're a motorcycle girl? Wanna go hunting? I got it all in here doll!" His eyes lit up like a carnival at everything in the room. The floor was black and carpeted and the walls were of neon paint splayed everywhere. I went to shooting zombies first.

"You're a dynamite gal!" He said before shooting a zombie. Reference to Wreck it Ralph? How amazing can you get man? He looked over at me after he got a kill streak. "You don't know how to play on here huh? It took me like two weeks to get it all right. I can teach you if you want me to?" He offered his assistance which I took. It was the type of game where sitting wasn't allowed and you get a gun instead of a controller. It was very interactive like reloading and pulling the trigger and so on. "Alright you gotta actually aim it babe. Can't just shoot. Point at that ugly bastard right there. He closed his left eye, stuck out his tongue and squinted the right eye before shooting. "Headshot baby!" He let a yell in happiness which made me jump back against him. He laughed at me for that.

"Scared honey bun?" Entered my ear making me shudder and turn and put daggers to him with my eyes. We played the game with the lights off and focused on the screen. Some zombies jumped up out of nowhere and pulled my heart out of my chest in fear. Stopping wasn't an option because the game was too fun with Oliver. He would see me try to focus a shot and bump me or scare me by biting at me. We were on round thirty with mutant dogs, exploding zombies and fire everywhere.

"Watch my back baby I'm going to get a piece for the car. We will make it to the next round." I grinned nodding. While he went through a hallway I watched his back and need up getting a kill streak until I ran out of bullets. I took my gun and tapped Oliver on his back before shaking my gun at him.

"Buy a new gun. I have the money for an upgrade." I nodded and went to buy one when I caught a zombie sliding on the floor towards my Oliver. Yes, it was I who overreacted and slapped him before pointing to the screen. Shame on me, I know. He shot it before turning to face me. "Thank you my bubblegum babe." He said all posh making me laugh. To get something to drink I paused the game. He stayed behind saying and I quote, "I can handle myself while you leave. But be back soon just in case 'kay?"

The downstairs is still as cold as before and I don't have any socks to protect my feet so I'm being quick. Consequently, I slipped but that didn't stop me from hopping up and getting my drink. I didn't know what I wanted so I randomly picked a soda and ended up with a red Fanta. My first sip was good and I let out a little, "Ahhhh." In bliss. That was right before a blonde beauty strutted down the runway known as a hallway and stood before me in a gaudy fashion.

"Just who the fuck are you?" She stomped and looked down to me, commanding an answer. She dressed wildly with really short white shorts and a tight see through shirt. She had this orange look about her skin. She made me shy and intimidated. She held my gaze with the same waiting face until I waved just a little bit. I wondered who she was. Was she looking for Oliver? Was this his girlfriend? I could see that being the case because they were both beautiful people. Oliver being the better looking figure.