Let the Games Begin

Let The Games Begin 6

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There was only one thing in my mind that time and it was the first thing to come out of my mouth

"Water proof make-ups" I blurted out.

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Kyle's POV

Right after we got out, Fawn schreeched "Did you see that?!" making my ears hurt. I swear, I'm gonna be deaf if she screeches once more.

"Stupid screeching girls." I mumbled, rubbing my poor ears.

"See what?" Tyron asked Fawn "The bruises on that tomboy's face and hands!!" she yelled like it was the most obvious thing.

I walked with them to the kitchen, kind of interested at the story. But I won't let them think that. So when we got in, I took tons of food -so it'll look like I'm only hungry...- and sat between Tyron and Heather. She slid her chair away from me, looking like I'm going to hurt her. I rolled my eyea and slowly chewed on a piece of chicken when they continued the conversation.

"Do you know anythong about it?" Fawn asked Aber. He frowned "No. Never knew anything about her private life." he finished, shrugging.

"What kind of boyfriend are you?" Tyron asked, rolling his eyes. "She's hot, trust me, and she was popular... get what I'm trying to say?" Aber said.

"Man-whore." I heared Heather mumble. I turned my head to her making her shrink on her seat.

The conversation came back to Emerald's bruises.

Tyron snapped his head up "It's either her parents are abusive or she's getting bullied in school... very badly."

We looked at Aber, waiting for some kind of answer. "Hey, don't look at me. I always cut classes." he told us defensively.

Everyone sighed while I continued on chewing on my chicken "Hey Kyle." a perky voice called, making me cringe "You're not interested about the conversation?" Fawn asked while I saw her eyes stare by my lips. Ugh.

"No" I lied "I'm not really in to randomly thinking of things about a person's private life, Tramile." I'm not lying about that one... so I just listen.

"Bbooorrinngggg!!" Aber boringly said. I rolled my eyes at him, even though they won't see it. "Oh, and speaking of 'interested' " Tyron started "Why are you always wearing a cap and sunglasses?" he asked.

I froze but quickly recovered.

"None of your business." I mumbled.

Some people must be thinking, 'Why not just dye your hair?, 'Why not wear colored contact lenses?'. The answer is, Dying your hair can ruin your hair, contacts hurts and lastly, even though I cover my appearance, I don't like being fake.

"Are you bold and cross-eyed? You know? So no one'll be surprised when you take it off." Aber told me.

I shighed annoyingly "I am not bold nor cross-eyed, Watson." I said as icyly as I can. I saw Heather shrink again in her seat in the corner of my eye but still continued icyly "When I say that it is none of your business, then just drop it."

"Dude, just saying. Chill. " Aber said. I growled before standing up and getting out, leaving the food. Hey, it's a very touchy subject.

Slamming the door shut, I went straight to my room. Just before I got to my room, I saw Emerald's door close. At the same time, I saw something fall.

I debated on wether to pick it up and give it to her, but decided not to. She probably wants to be alone.

Emerald's POV

I shut my door lightly and immediately took my top and sweats off, leaving my undies. I am so tired. My stomach grumbled. Ah! Hungry...

I looked at the clock and saw that it was just afternoon and they are probably still eating lunch or something, so I decided not to go yet.

After relaxing my body, I went to take a warm shower to loosen my tight muscles.

I put on a random long sleeve and sweats then wrapped a towel around my head.

I froze right after my right foot got out of the bathroom door, because there on my couch, was Heather... looking really nervous.

I cleared my throat to get her attention, and I succesfully did. She quickly stood up and looked at me in the eye a second, her eyes widening, before averting it elsewhere.

I walked closer to her -didn't really care that she can see the bruises on my face- and crossed my hands on my chest "Whatare you doing here?" I asked. K, be cool... she's a nice, silent, raped, girl.

"Uhm...ah-I saw this, out...outside, uhm, infront of your door." she said, holding out the key for that stupid riddle. Okaay... funny. It didn't slip out of my pocket when I was doing stuffs on that obstacle but it slips out of my pocket while I am walking. I mentally rolled my eyes before taking it and saying thanks.

I waited for her to go out, but she didn't.

"Uhm... you are supposed to say 'Your welcome' and get out." I told her. She looked hurt but didn't get out.

I sighed heavily "Sorry for being a b*tch." I apologised "but do you need something? I just don't like talking with anyone, okay? So, if you you are here for a reason..." I gestured for her to say something.

She looked hesitant, but said "Uhm, I-I was just wondering if... I can, like, h-ang with you?" she stuttered while fidgeting the hemn of her dress.

"Why?" I asked, my eyes widening. Why would a model, want to hang with a tomboy like me? I mean, I always thought that people seeing my bruises would think that I have a mad life -wich is true- and avoid me.

"Because... I hate guys, and I don't like sluts." she mumbled.

Silence.

"Why?" I asked. She looked back at my face then sheepishly chuckled "Who in their right mind doesn't hate sluts?" she asked. She has a point, but that wasn't the answer that I was looking for.

I shook my head "No. I meant, why..." I hesitated for a moment, thinking if I should really bother asking. " Why do you hate guys?" I blurted out.

She stared at me, shocked or something, and started to fidget. She looks on the floor and I saw her open and close her mouth for a few times. She finally looked back and open her mouth to say something, but...

There was a sound from the screen.

We looked at it and saw that they needed us in the white room again. It wasn't even 2 hours since the game. I sighed.

And I just took a shower D:

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Crap. Just, plain, crap.

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