R.P.W Files

The Rules

Bitches' Angels, except Stacey, had accomplished the task indicated in Sir Lance App. The young lady sat across her friends, spending their night time with their tea party organized by herself. She obviously didn't like the idea of being left behind while the others are now done. (Although she do not have to worry about the points, she got more than thousands.) Stacey glared at Leanne and Zach as they sipped on their cups. "How did you find your partners so easily? There are plenty players lurking around."

Zachandrea, having a bad temper because of Perry earlier, didn't said a thing and continued on her cup. It was Leanne who answered lazily, "We have eyes, we're one of the well-known squad, what else do you expect?"

Stacey didn't have the chance to think of an argument but to pout her lips and moan like a child. Her friend here had a point. They could get easily what they wish if possible since they are entitled. What else couldn't they do? They had spent more hours sitting on the floor (Zach, as per usual, gone for bed early) until lights off came.

THE next day, as soon as Jave opened his brown eyes, another notification popped out from the app Lance had invented. He scrolled and saw his answer yesterday on the app's first task asking who was his partner. Jave had to ruffle his own hair the moment he realize who it was. He had saw the gold chain of Leanne yesterday when they are having their lunch break. Of all people, why do this crap have to partner him with the most play girl of their campus? He certainly wished he was just partnered to some ordinary student.

Jave knew that it will drag out the simple life he had once he was gotten into Leanne's throne of fame. One month seems like a decade for him. As much as possible, he wanted for the Falling Game to end. He's just chasing the points, after all. It keep him nervous every time his girlfriend, Aleeza, is asking about his day at school. "It's frustrating, as usual," he'd say and his girlfriend would buy it to his relief.

When their lunch break came by that day, Jave together with his suitcase saw the Bitches' Angels entered the cafeteria. He spotted Leanne swaying her butt as she walks. Jave sighed as he tore away his gaze from them, wondering what could be the worst task FG will give sooner or later.

"Excuse me. They want you to come to their table." A red-haired boy approached him as he was about to take a bite on his burger. He felt a sudden surge of irritation for interrupting his lunch, had frown and asked, "Who?"

But Jave regretted following the direction where the red-haired boy points at. Stunning girls are staring down at him. He can saw it from his seat, how Leanne and Stacey smirked. Then it occurred to him that their third member was suddenly out of sight. Wishing that no one will make this move a big deal, Jave took his path leading to the girls' table. "What do you want?"

"What do you want, he say," Stacey repeated his words with a smirk, using her famous mocking mouth before continuing, "Do you really think Leanne here will go down your stinky spot over there?" Her hand pointed shamelessly at the far corner table where he was seated. Jave choose not to argue with her and did not say a thing.

"Stop. Don't be hard on my partner." Leanne defended, smiling up at Jave. He knew it hides something, but still ignore it. Stacey seems to be so transparent like there's no such guy named Jave existing and standing just in front of them. "I just don't feel liking him at all."

As if I like you too, Jave had thought. This girl is hailing herself so much and it's definitely annoying him. "Did you call me here to make me stand and let you throw words at me? Is that where you guys are good at?"

This statement had sent Stacey in deep outrage. She stands up from her seat, red-faced, and aiming to catch Jave's coat but someone is already clasping her both arms, "I can physically harm you right now if this fucking asshole didn't catch me, bear that in your small mind!"