Game Of Love(Romance edition)

Chapter 8

Bryan's POV

Present time

Turning from Victoria to Max, a red ball just about a meter from my face is what replaces his view. I merely tilt my head letting the ball zip past my ear and land all the way at the wall. A gasp from Victoria makes me chuckle slightly.

I pick up a ball moment later and throw it at Max, and although with the wide difference in space, the ball zooms past his previous location as he had to resort to a rolling to dodge the ball with it slamming against the wall and all the way back to me.

Everyone around me stares mouth agape at the scene before them but I brush it off running to Victoria's side while dodging a ball that to everyone was moving quite fast, is annoyingly slow to me as I dodge it and stand about two meters away from Victoria.

"Before you start raining sweet words on me," I say eyes still fixed in Max who has a ball in hand, "I wanted to take out Clare since you so obviously wanted to, in the beginning, the rest I knew they were more than competent to aid you one way or another," I end my sentence with a bridge as a ball zips past my face as I recoil back.

"Grab a ball would ya and quit being useless," I say as one more ball is shot for my torso with a speed that could be compared to a cheetahs, ok maybe not.

Two more left, I say with a grin, only two balls that are conveniently close enough to Max for him to pick up without fear of someone getting a hit at him.

Clutch a ball in her hand, "You might want to hold on to that firmly," the words just leaving my lips when Max looks at Vitoria with an evil glint and throws a ball in her direction. I root myself to the spot and wait for my ball and jump over it when its thrown.

She raises that ball to her head and the balls collide with each other sending one to the air, "Well done," I say as I run covering the distance and I take the ball in her hand, throw it to Max who dodges it the same way with his back turned to me this time.

The other ball right on cue lands into my outstretched palm and soon around to add even more force and throw it at Max's rising body landing right in the face.

Crack.

He falls backward as tiny drops of blood pool down at his feet and into his clothes accompanied by his loud screams. Okay maybe you overdid it, I inwardly scold myself as I look over to Sam who's face-palming himself, and Joana whose excitement has just been satisfied.

I turn to face Vitoria who is looking at me with an amused and slightly fearful look.

Before she can rejoice, I lightly throw a ball at her, I win, I utter, raking a hand through my already disheveled hair. I look at her as she stares in shock, some of the people around laughing while the other just creepily watch.

I place a hand on my lip and grin, her eyes opening slightly as she gets my gesture.

"Impressive, if I didn't know any better I'd say you two planned that from the beginning to grab all the spotlight," Joana says in a playful manner patting Victoria in the back.

The bell rings and without saying a word I push through the crowd and get out of the gymnasium to change and get something in my stomach.

The final bell rings indicating that it's time for an end to club activities.

The school even though has many club activities only had one that I was ordered to go to. Through sneaking about, I found out that the school has some art supplies and I make my mind up for some graffiti later.

"Time to be artistic," I say as I leave the room to "customize" my locker as I spin the keys on my right index finger.

I walk out of the school building and realize the one car I had seen in the morning and assumed to be the principles. A sudden thought crossed my mind as I remembered the voice I heard this morning.

I know the principles are not I school as he is obliged to leave at 3 whiles the janitors lock the school at 4:30, and the only other people in school were Joana and Victoria as I had more or less checked the other classrooms before entering my own in the rush of boredom.

I know Joana has a car and she's be gone home by now, and since the last student with a car in the school was Victoria, I wonder, could it have been her who was singing with so much emotion?

I make a mental note to hear her sing just in case. I dispel the thoughts from my mind as I near my bike. I put on my helmet and ignite the flame in my bike to prepare for tonight.

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Never thought I would have to come to school twice, I said grinning as I pull the bandana over my mouth, parking the bike in the lot.

I near the glass door, debating how I should open the door. Break or unlock I ask and after a guess, I chose to try to unlock it. After struggling with it for a while, I put my set of tools back in my pocket.

I slowly walk around, watching the night light pierce through the windows and I move to the art room. I grab the supplies and scoff at how easy this was but then again I havent broken anything.

After 40 long minutes, I'm finally done with my locker. With various paints, spray cans, and other materials, I had turned my locker into a masterpiece.

Dividing the locker in half, I spray painted the top half white and the bottom black.

On the bottom half, I painted lines that created a wolf in silver paint, the majestic beast howling with pure white eyes. The body extends through to the other lockers on the sides with a small pack behind it.

Taking a step back I marvel at my work as I leave it to dry and head for the music room. Not bad considering you did that in the dark. I almost jump out of my skin as I register the voice.

She waves her hands gesturing at the keys for the art room that was left in the door. Dont I need to put these back? I look at the supplies in my hand and on the floor.

And anyway what are you doing here at this time? Its practically 10pm. I ask not understanding why anyone would come to school twice much less at night, Bookworm maybe?

Had to pick up something that one of the teachers needed, that and I had my suspicions when I say you creeping around my club. She says matter-of-factly.

Why am I not surprised that youre the teachers pet, although you dont strike me as the art type, I place the items on the floor as I speak and take a picture of my artwork.

For someone who can do that, she points to the work, You are a lousy photographer. I roll my eyes at her but she does have a point, I am not a picture person.

So that friend of yours is she single? I ask changing the subject. Dont bother thinking of asking her out, she says like shes enjoying it.

Why thator you two are I make a V with each hand and lock them together. She facepalms herself and I shrug. I mean, A. she won't date you and B. she won't date someone like you.

I can prove you wrong, and the casualties will be on your head, its already lightweight enough to have more space. Ow yeah? How?

I put on my jacket over my slightly stained shirt. Guess youll have to wait till we ever talk again, I utter walking away from her.

Arent you going to pick these up and put em back? She asks somewhat agitated. I stop and turn to face her. Thought youd help me out and add that to your to-do list.

Im not your servant, she quips, But you are going to keep quiet about this right..? I ask. She fakes a thought and I roll my eyes at her and turn for the door.

Only if you put them back yourself, I sigh and then let out a low chuckle, Then in that case Ill take the credit, I never like people taking the credit for my work anyway.

Before she can say anything I turn again for the door, You know you can be rude and helpful sometimes, but dont expect a thank you from me.

Not like I care, I say over my shoulders.