Mr Player, I'm Going To Beat You At Your Own Game

Chapter 3

Hey there! 

Here's chapter 3 of 'Mr Player, I'm Going To Beat You At Your Own Game :) 

So this chapter is going to be in Jason's POV :) 

I thought I'd just give you an idea of what he's like. 

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~Savannah's POV~  

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"Tessa, but you can call me Tess," she shook my hand. "So you're new here, did you hear about the motorbike that was parked in Jason Burkes parking space? That dude better be ready to die."

My eyebrows shot up. So he really was a "bad-boy type of guy." I cleared my throat awkwardly.

"Uhmm, that's my... motorbike." I whispered.

Tess's eyes went as wide a sausers and her mouth was gaping open.

"That... That's y-your b-bike?" she stuttered. Okay this wasn't good.

"It's just a parking space..." I trailed off as Tess's eyes got impossibly bigger. I looked at the front of the room the see if the teacher had arrived yet. He hadn't.

"That's not just any parking space, that's Jason Burkes parking space. The last person to ever park in his parking space was... well I don't know who is was... but they're probably dead"

The end part made me giggle. I sat to the front as the teacher walked in and starting teaching us about Romeo and Juliet. Halfway through the lesson the class room doors burst open and in walked a boy with a leather jacket, some ripped up jeans and beautiful green eyes that I could see clear as daylight, and I was sitting in the back. I was practically drooling before he uttered 6 words that made me almost shit my pants.

"Who fucking parked in my space"

Oh shit.

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~Jason's POV~ 

*poke* 

*poke* 

*poke**poke**poke* 

"Jason, are you dead?" 

*poke* 

I groaned causing the poker to squeak. I laid still again trying not to move. 

*poke* 

"Oh my god. I think I killed Jason"  

*poke* 

"Mum! Mum! I killed Jason! ... Can I have his laptop?" 

Taking this as my cue I pushed my body off my bed and tackled the little bastard that thought he was hilarious. 

"No! Don't kill me!" screamed my 7 year old brother, Tyler.  

I laughed evilly before picking him up and gently throwing him onto my bed.  

"I'm going to get you Tyler" I said earning me another squeak.  

"Jason Alexander Burke, stop scaring your brother!" screamed my mother from down the hall.  

I couldn't stop the pout that made its way onto my face. I looked over to my brother who was still on my bed this time he had a big cheeky smile on his face. The bastard. I took one antagonizing step towards him and took enjoyment in watching his eyes grow big. We pretty much did this every morning, I don't think it'd ever get old.