The Love Game

Chapter 9: Vivianna

The question ran through my head. 'Should I forgive Taylor?' The obvious answer was yes. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. He cupped my cheek with one hand as I played with his hair.

"Vivianna does this mean that we're back together?" He asked.

"Yeah." I said. I leaned back on the couch and Taylor pulled me closer. My eyes started getting heavy and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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"I'm glad you and Taylor are back together. Hopefully everything will work out this time." Blake said.

"I hope so too. I trust Taylor but at the same time I a little worried." I said as I applied concealer on my face.

"Sorry to say, but I don't trust Taylor."

"It's fine, I sort of don't trust him all the way either. I need my time." I said.

"I understand." Blake smiled. "How can you be sure that Taylor and Andrew aren't lying? Maybe it's all a trick so that Taylor can really win The Love Game."

I stopped what I was doing. "You know Blake you need to shut up." I laughed. But seriously... What if?

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"Hit it!" I yelled. Andrew zoomed away as I stood up on the skis. As I passed all the beautiful houses on the lake I was reminded of how much I was going to miss this place. Who knew if this would be mu last trip here. I wasn't ready to leave, I wasn't ready to give up my favorite place on earth.

I stopped thinking about how upset I was and instead paid attention to my skis. I looked down before weaving in and out of the wake of the motor. Going outside the wake was my favorite part and if you were lucky enough to be on the lake when no one else was, the water would be like glass.

I dropped the rope a soon as soon as the pain in my lower back started to kick in. No matter how experience in skiing you were, the pain was not preventable.

"You done?" Chris yelled from the boat.

"Yeah! We can give someone else a try!" I yelled over the hum of the motor.

Dillon took his turn making a couple rounds around the lake before we went back to the house.

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Later that night we all sat around the camp fire, enjoying our last night. The music was louder than any other night and everyone surrounding was drunk as fuck, except me and Taylor.

"Seriously it's our last night. Just try some!" Blake handed me a can of beer. I took a sip and let the horrible liquid run down my throat. Taylor was handed a beer can two but he didn't drink it, he pretended to take a sip but he didn't actually swallow it.

"Taylor, your can is still full. Why haven't you been drinking it?" Chris asked.

Taylor looked away before walking inside. I was tempted to follow him but decided not to.

Juliet sang along to the music playing in the background as I sat and sipping on my beer. Although it tasted horrible I kept drinking it. I didn't know if I was just trying to please my friends, or myself...

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Elyse and I were practically screaming to the chorus of Black Widow by Iggy Azalea and Rita Ora. I held my fist up to my mouth pretended it was a microphone.

My visions was blurred and I'm pretty sure my makeup was smeared all underneath my eyes. I walked over to Juliet and took another sip of my beer. I couldn't remember how many I'd had but I know I haven't had enough.