The Game Of Ace

Prologue

"Dylan!" He looked over at me with an aggervated expression, intoxication drowning his features as a result of his many, many shots. He takes a wobbly step towards me and I'm sure he's about to tumble over.

"Yes dear? What could you possibly want?" He slurred his words, the syllables barely comprehensible but I still got the jist of what he meant. "Wait, I know, I know. You want some more shoes? Red bottoms probably." I would've actually accepted his offer if people hadn't started to gather. I huffed at his tone and turned to walk away. The once loud and bright scenery around me quickly turned into a dark and gloomy one. Looking at the road in front of me I stopped, hoping that I would hear footsteps behind me that belong to one of my many friends. Clover or Brittany would surely come to get me. We've been friends since we were little due to our mom's professions. My mom is the best designer in North America. No one could compete with Veronica Ross; Founder and CEO of Blooming Designs one of the highest ranking brands in the world.

When I realized there were no footsteps I only walked a little further and stopped when I saw and elderly looking guy sitting on the sidewalk directly next to the edge of the woods.

"Ma'am, could you please spare some change?" I walked over to him and tilted my face into his before backing up as his horrid breath hit my nostrils.

"Are you homeless?" My tone was bland and uncaring but I didn't care.

The man tilted his head down before nodding softly.

" Have you ever been to school?" Now I kind of felt bad for him. I could never live without my bed, not to mention my TV. The HD is amazing.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Then you must have realized my forehead does not, in fact, spell Bank. How dare the likes of you to even speak to someone like me. Then you ask me for change? Though, I understand your confusion, who wouldn't? I look like a million bucks.." I stopped and fluffed my hair before rambling on."But sir, you are worth nothing more than the gum I spit on the ground over there and I wouldn't give you my last dollar. I saw a tear hit the pavement and I grinned, satisfied.

I swiftly walked away slightly enraged. How dare he? Asking for my change, is he crazy? I made it to the next streetlight before I concluded no one was coming after me. Not even Dylan wobbled his way over and showered me with kisses. You know, like they do in books.

I turned around and sighed. 'The books definitely got it all wrong' I thought to myself as I looked at the dark street leading from the party I just came from. Actually my party. Yeap you guessed it, Happy 18th fudging birthday to Sorelle.

"Dylan!" I yelled, but there was no answer. I started to walk back down the eerie sidewalk until I passed a car and decided to check myself out.

"I don't know why anyone would leave you. Look at you! Perfection at its finest." I looked around and hoped no one realised that I was having a short conversation to myself when I heard a shuffling in the woods nearby. I stared into the vines and bushes but no one was there. "Stupid dirty animals" I muttered to myself before stomping back in the direction of the party. I seen someone striding down the sidewalk talking huge steps as if he was trying to avoid the cracks. Doofus.

Squinting my eyes I could only tell that he Is wearing what looks to be a black hoodie. He looks a lot like that guy um.. what's his name? Jason, Jace? No, Sorelle it's definitely Jerome. Or was it Jake? "Jerome? Is that you?" I call because I liked Jerome better than any of the other names. He doesn't answer and doesn't look up at me either. Well isn't that rude.

"I knew one of you bozos would come and get me. Now hurry up! My feet are tired." The guy stops and looks up at me but he is still too far for me to actually get a good look at him. He looks all around and then takes his hood off and starts to full on sprint towards me.
Wait Jerome has Brown hair. This guy clearly is blonde. I'm thinking to myself. It didn't register in my mind to run away until he's almost got me. I take off and scream but as I scan my surroundings I conclude we are the only ones on this side of the road, and the party was a long ways away. A loud snapping sound erupts in the air and I gasp stopping and looking down at my now broken heel. These were original Prada heels. They won't be coming out for another month! I scowl at the man coming up the sidewalk and hold up my shoe.

In a matter of seconds he's in front of me clearly exhausted but pulls something out of his pocket.

"You bitch! You made me break my-"

He cut off my insult with a cloth to my mouth that delivers a very intense smell. I feel my senses slip away as the man in a very amused voice keeps repeating. "Are you ready to play?"

Black dots fade into my vision and I slip away;calmness quickly overtaking my previous emotion.

Picture of Sorelle's heel.
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