The Game of Us

Part 6

Hamilton let the warm water touch his body and he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling. The water ran across his well built body and then ended up in on the surface of the bathtub. This is life, he thought and let himself relax at the feeling of the running water.

The thoughts of what happened that day flew in his mind. Her lips were so soft...they were actually the most perfect lips he had ever kissed. He smirked. Well, she will be mine in the end anyways, he thought.

Probably they would date for some time. And then, when he would be bored of her, he would probably find another girl with perfect lips.

Same happened with Samantha, he thought and turned off the tap. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

But could Samantha's lips compare to Sinead's...? Hamilton sighed and looked at the mirror. He smirked as the scene of him connecting his lips on hers played in his mind like an old cassette. He could recall everything, how she tasted, how her eyes looked like. God...she had beautiful eyes, he thought and got out of the bathroom.

He lied on his bed with the towel around his waist and put his hands behind his neck and rested his head, looking at the ceiling.

He had just met her...then why did he do all these? No...at first he knew he did it because of hatred for everyone..and the girl just happened to be the victim. But surprisingly...she was the perfect victim.

Hamilton smirked. He was quiet excited about the next lesson.

He was lost in his thoughts when his phone buzzed on his cupboard next to his bed. He looked at the screen lazily.

Ryan calling...

“What?” he said as he picked it up.

“Hey Ham” his best friend's voice was heard from the other line. “How is being at home?” his friend chuckled.

“Shut up bitch” he told his friend and smirked. He had been knowing Ryan since kindergarten and he was like a brother to Hamilton.

Ryan chuckled. “You never change...wanna come over?”

“Your house?” Hamilton asked.

“Yep” Ryan said.

“Well, I don't know” Hamilton said and thought. Shit, he thought. What if they put him in the youth detention center?

“Come on, dude!” his friend complained. “Just come over. I'm waiting, can't hear ya! Bye!”

Hamilton sighed as his friend hung up. He slowly stood up and put on some clothes while thinking what to do. He looked at his cellphone. It's only 09: 10...maybe I can go.., he thought and wore his coat.