"Do you love me?"
I bit the inside of my cheek and switched from my right foot to my left. It was all a game. So why did it take so long for me to answer?
"No."
His face, once a mask of hope and imagination, decapitated into cold, blank state that concealed the hurt I knew he felt.
I sighed, the echo of his shoes filling my ears as he sped down the hall and around the corner. My heart ached as I watched him go, but I just shut my locker door and clutched my books to my chest.
He was just a boy. Some guy I used to get to the next level in The Game When I get home, I will enter my points in the system and forget about him.
But how could I forget about those bright blue eyes, that shaggy blonde hair, and the innocent look of hope on his face? My last image of him would always be a hurt consumed boy, looking for a way out of the tunnel of despair he had unconsciously fallen into.
Why was I such an evil bitch? And why, now out of all the hearts I've broken, does this level seem like the hardest?
"Welcome to The Game," I whispered bitterly to myself.
YOU ARE READING
The Sex Games
Teen FictionIt's just a game. The rules are described. You make love to every person of the opposite sex you meet, and when the time is up, you kill them. Emotionally, physically, mentally. There is only one rule for all participants. Do not fall in love.
