"What are you doing?" I asked, walking away from him. I was trying to get as far away from him as possible. And it was working too. Well, until I accidentally walked into a wall and fell. I quietly laughed at my own stupidity, until the player started talking again.
"Did you seriously just walk into a wall?" Ryan, no, scratch that. Player questioned, clearly amused. And soon enough, he started laughing with me. "Yes, yes I did. Anyways, you never answered my question," I stated
"Why the darn heck am I in a pitch black room, with you here and the door locked" This boy was seriously starting to piss me off. "Why don't I just show you instead?" I swear I knew he was smirking. Seconds later, the sound of feet moving filled the room. I could hear them coming closer to me. Just before I was about to ask him what he was doing, I felt two strong hands grip my shoulders. I screamed and flinched back, not expecting that at all.
"Oh whoops," I heard Player say.
"Definitely not what I was aiming for."What the... Not what he was aiming for?! What on earth is he trying to do?
"RAPE!" I screamed. No wait, I wasn't supposed to scream that.
"FIRE!" I screamed even louder.Then, I heard a click. My eyes flew shut because I thought for sure it was a gun.
Was he going to kill me? No, I wouldn't let him.
I stood there with my eyes closed for a while, waiting for Player to say something. I started to hear snickering, and slowly my eyes opened.The lights are on... And Player is nowhere in sight. Haha, coward. I then proceeded to look at my surroundings.
I was in some sort of lounge. There were navy walls, a white ceiling, one leather couch, a metal desk with a black chair. There was even a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging above me.
After I was finished admiring the room, I started toward the door, but before my hand even reached the handle, I felt someone's hand cover my mouth and another hand around my waist. Well, I was wrong.
Now I was pissed beyond belief. I struggled to break free, but Player just picked me up, turned me around and had me pinned against the wall in one swift movement.
His lips curved up into a smirk and he looked at me in a strange way. I twisted and turned, I tried anything to get away from him. I didn't in any way like the way he looked at me.
"Stop moving," Player demanded.
One of his hands brushed away a loose strand of my black hair. And then his hands started moving towards his pants.NO, NO, NO!
I struggled even more and then Player held something in front of my face. A phone? That troll... "What's your phone number?" he asked, as if he didn't just lock me inside a dark room and traumatize me.I took his phone and angrily typed my number into his phone, then gave it back. That was extremely stupid of me. Even Player seemed a bit shocked. He held his phone in front of my face and took a picture. Then he saved me as... Megan Foxy? That's cheesy.
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Beating Him At His Own Game
Teen FictionMegan Everly is the new girl at her school whose only goal in life is to get good grades and get into the best college. So when she catches the attention of the schools "bad boy" Ryan Ellis, she wants nothing to do with him and his silly little game...