Dating A Real Player

Chapter Three

I awoke to the sound of cars pulling into the driveway. I shift and bury myself into bryce's bare chest taking a deep breath trying to force my still tired body to sleep. I feel his hands tighten around me as I move. I close my eyes and enjoy to warmth that seemed to surround my body.

Soon I heard the crowd get closer to the door and the door swing open hitting the rubber stopper. The voices seemed to fill the room as a dozen of bodies stumbled in reeking of alcohol. It was easy to see the different stages of the night; some drunk, others slowly sobering up, and a few babysitters. I attempt to spot faces but I feel Bryce shift under me and turn now facing me, as I give in and curl into his chest. Soon I heard a familiar slurred voice call out in confusion. "Bryce? What the hell are you doing?"

I feel the warmth that wrapped around me leave as Bryce stood up quickly. I sat up groggy and turned down the TV that was now blaring the title music for my movie. "Dude it's not what you think." Bryce tries to explain.

"You're damn right it's not! If it was I would have beat the living hell outta you." Matt takes a step towards Bryce as his face begins to turn red. You can tell he's fighting the alcohol as his words slur less and less. "But why were you with my sister, half naked, fucking cuddling!?"

"We were watching a movie and we fell asleep." He tries to explain as Matt closes the space between them.

I step in front of Bryce not letting Matt get any closer. "I was crying, Bryce drove me home, and then I laid next to him on the couch after he fell asleep." I watch as Matt's face melts from angry to amused. All of his once rowdy friends are quiet as they listen to me speak. I stand firm in front of bryce as their eyes seem to penetrate my skin like the needle of a tattoo gun, including the set staring at the back of my head. The silence seemed to go on forever, until Matt and all of his friends began to laugh.

Bryce walks out from behind me and slings an arm around Matt laughing along with them now. "Can you believe that? You're sister couldn't get a boyfriend so instead she tries to sleep with your bestfriend, pathetic."

I knew he was only trying to play along but the pain i felt wasn't a joke, and I wasn't laughing. I turn away from him and grab my blanket as I walked upstairs. I could feel his eyes watching me the entire time.

Even after I had reached the top of the steps I could hear the boy's laughter as they plopped onto the furniture. Along with comments about how desperate I must be. I close my door to stop the torture. I creeped into my soft bed and curled into a ball attempting to melt into the pile of pillows and blankets that cover the surface. I tried to only concentrate on my breathing as i felt a tear slip out and onto my cheek. Soon after I was fast asleep praying that when I woke up all of this would be a dream.

I felt a hand lift up the fuzzy blanket that covered me as the warm air escaped. I felt a shiver run through my body and someone climb in next to me. Soon There were hands on my hips and lips pressed against mine. I opened my eyes and saw Bryce leaning over me as I wrapped my arms around him and close my eyes again. "I'm sorry zoey." He whispers as he pulls his lips from mine. I feel his hands slip down to my shorts slowly lifting them.

"Stop" I say with my eyes still closed as i try to push him away from me.

"Come on babe." I feel his hand continue. As my eyes dart open.

It's much cooler now as I realize I was still asleep. As my eyes adjust i see that I'm really not alone. Sadly it's not Bryce but instead I have Jacob slouched over me as he sucks all the warmth out of my body with each breath, slowly draining me of oxygen. "Jacob?" I question as i try to take in what i see. "Jacob! Get off of me!" I yell as i push against his chest in an attempt to get him away from me.

I feel his weight push against me as he grabs my hand and pushes me onto the bed. "Stop baby girl. We both know you want to."

"No i don't!" I yell louder this time as i try to push him off of me a second time hoping i have more success. I press as hard as I can into him sending him tumbling off the foot of my bed. I quickly dart up and run down the stairs still in my bra and shorts. I feel eyes gazing over my bare skin as I slow to a stop at the bottom of the stairs.

I stare at the boys gathered in my living room eating cereal and watching a baseball game. I feel like I'm frozen where I stand. I look around the room landing on Bryce as he stands up from his seat on the end of the couch. "Did you let him in?" I question now infuriated.

"Let who in?" Bryce asks as he joined at my side.

"Jacob." I almost yell back at him as I cover my body with my hands.

"No. We would..." Bryce starts as Jacob comes walking down the stairs. I turn to try and stop the reason bryce is clenching his fists. I watch as Jacob slips on his shirt and zips up his jeans. I can't move as he rustles his hand through his dirty blond hair.

When he reaches the bottom of the stairs he kisses me on the cheek. "Thanks for the ride babe. Or better yet, I hope you enjoyed the ride." He winks at me as his eyes scroll over my body. As soon as he's past me Bryce grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pushes him out the door. I expect him to slam the door but instead he follows him out. I try to run towards the door but I still could not command my feet to move. I watch the door as the knob turns and Bryce walks back in wiping blood off of his hand and onto his shorts that hung just below his V-line. I stand still paralyzed as he pulls me into a hug. "I'm Sorry." He whispers and I'm not sure if he's apologizing for last night or if he is apologizing just to show sympathy.

I Bring my arms up gently push against his stomach as I feel small tears forming in the corners of my eyes. "Please stop." I say as I feel his hands lift from my back. "I can't do this." I turn on my heels and hurry up the stairs hoping none of the boys hear when I said to Bryce.

I get to the comfort of my room and try to compose myself before gathering all the necessities I will need. Body wash, toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, and a small green luffa. I grab a pair of ripped up shorts, a red and blue old flannel of my dad's, and a sports bra as I slip out of my door and into the mile long hallway. I scamper out quickly listening for any close threats to my solitude.

The first thing I do when I reach the bathroom is lock the door. Then I plug my phone into the speakers and turn the volume up loud enough to hear over the running water. I then head off my clothes and stretch my long legs over the side of the tub and let the water run over my body.

I allow it to wash away everything. All the make up, the sweat and dirt. I let it wash away all of the dried tears, and sleazy fingerprints. I let it wash away everything. All my pain, and fear, and all of my thoughts. I slowly drown myself with a mix of lyrics and water, as I pray for today to end quickly.