The Devil's Game (BxB)

Chapter One

(Hey guys! Welcome to the first chapter of The Devil's Game! I'm gonna thank you guys for reading ahead of time, I hope to kick this off nicely. The photo with the chapter is Oliver Clark, the main character. (Faceclaim is Ian Nelson) He just turned 20 years old, this is where we begin. All constructive criticism and reviews are welcome. Thanks for reading!)

Oliver stood, staring at his small frame in the mirror. He had just gotten out of bed, his dark brown hair was a mess on top of his head. His freckles littered the pale skin of his nose and cheeks. He had a decent build, he was skinny and relatively short, with a small bit of muscle. He glanced around the bathroom, sighing in boredom. His home was pretty small, he lived in an apartment in the city. He left the bathroom, wincing at the feeling of the cold wooden floor as he walked barefoot through his house. He didn't have work until 11 PM that night, so he had time to do whatever. He worked the night shift at Poor Boy's Diner & Bar, it was a pretty easy job. All he had to do was deal with drunken old men all night. He couldn't earn too much on a waiters salary, so his stepfather pays his bills. They had a deal, he paid Oliver's bills while he tried to get his life straight, It was a big request but his stepfather is the owner of a large tech company anyway, Phoenix-Tech. He had money to spare.

Oliver got dressed, slipping on a pair of boxers, black jeans, a black t-shirt and a maroon hoodie. That way he could just take off his hoodie and be ready for work. He ran a hand through his hair, looking around. He was pretty lonely in his little apartment. His only friends were the drunks at the diner. He put on a pair of red converse and made his way to the door.

A few hours later, the boy just came home from running errands, left his hoodie at home, then left. It was 10:30 PM now, he had taken his time getting things done. He pulled up to Poor Boy's in his red Kia, getting out of the car with a sigh. It was pitch black out, only street lights illuminated the gloomy looking parking lot. Only a few junky cars littered the parking spaces. He made his way inside, tying his apron around his waist once he stepped inside. He was right, the place was pretty dead, most of their customers lingered by the bar, watching rerun of some sports game. A few tourists were in the booths, most likely catching a meal before their crazily-timed flight. Oliver made his way to the back of the establishment to clock in. His job was to care for whoever walked in, mostly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Ollie! I promise. I just have things to do tonight!" The cheery voice of his blonde friend Christie chimed, though calling the procrastinator a friend was a big stretch. To be honest, Oliver couldn't stand her. She always has something to do, some reason why Oliver should cover her shift. He does anyway, mainly because she is the manager.

"Alright, good night Christie." Oliver responded, false kindness laced in his voice as he watch the blond headed waitress leave the diner. He was happy to have her gone, he could cover the dead business on his own. He didn't need the girl here to screw up orders. Oliver was pretty stubborn, he didn't want to rely on others to do things for them, except for his step father when it came to paying bills. Other than that he managed to fend for himself. His shift was pretty quiet, until about 3 AM.

(Sorry the writing in this first chapter was subpar, I wrote it a while ago. It'll get way better I promise.)