The Player

Chapter 6

Brielle

11:04 PM

"You're a horrible person, you know that right?" I told Christopher, now speeding down my street. "You claim that you're not a jerk and then you lie to my brother just to get a rise out of him?"

He stayed silent, his focus still on the road. His knuckles were clenching the steering wheel so tight that they had turned white.

"So you have nothing to say for yourself?" I rolled my eyes.

The nerve of this guy!

Huffing in anger, I crossed my arms and diverted my attention to the passing scenery. Just when I thought that I may have judged him prematurely, he does something like this to remind me exactly who he is. Just when the silence became unbearable, he broke it.

"I don't want to talk about it."

I scoffed, my anger returning to me once more. "Considering that you basically told my brother that we slept together, you don't get to say when or when we don't talk about it."

"I just wanted to get a rise out of him." He said, turning his attention to me. A flash of regret shone in his eyes, before being replaced by his usual mischievous one.

"But honestly you should be thinking me. Most girls would love for me to say that I've slept with them," a smug smile now sat on his face. "So you're welcome."

"Excuse me! I should wipe that smile right off your face you little piece of- "

I cut myself off, looking for the nearest thing to me that I could hurt him with. Settling on my ballet flats, I grabbed one and whacked him repeatedly on the arm as hard as I could.

He began to laugh, seemingly unaffected by blows.

Darn his muscular arms.

"All jokes aside though," he said, his features softening. "I am sorry."

"It's ok," I said. Even though I was still pissed, I had no clue how long I was going to be with him tonight. It would be exhausting to be mad at him the entire time.

"Just where are you taking me?"

We had been on the road for about ten minutes, and this side of town was unfamiliar to me. He ignored my question, only answering with silence. I tried to nag him, hoping that it would make him talk.

"Are we going to the beach?" I asked. "Because I really like the beach. I like the ocean too. I swim there all the time. One time when I was a kid I almost drowned in a pool. It was very traumatic for me. I should probably see a therapist."

I saw a slight tick in his jaw, showing that my annoyance tactics were working.

"Are we going to the movies? I really like movies. But not action movies like Star Wars. I don't know how people even watch Star Wars to be honest. Are we going to the park? Are we going camping? Are you going to murder me in the woods?"

wish," he said

"Hey I heard that!"

going back to my house." He finally told me.

Unbelievable.

was trying to insinuate me hooking up with him, then

anything with you, you're wrong." I warned

he asked, completely missing the point. "You do know that

though he completely dodged my question, I still felt the need to defend my favorite

late for pancakes," I replied matter-of-factly.

choked out, trying to hold back

hands up in the air exasperatedly. "It's when you eat breakfast for dinner. Since

think that's

I shook my head, trying to shake off the conversation. "Just tell me

a party at my

a deep breath. I really didn't want to have to go back home and face

two more days of summer,

They are on and off, but when they are off, Christopher makes sure to be with as many girls he can. When he gets tired of it, he gets back together with her and repeats the cycle over and over again. She

go to many parties, I was pretty sure that the host

has it under control," He responded. "And I'm not going to babysit you all night, so when we get there, just go

I protested. There was no way that I was going to spend

been to

to tell the biggest partier in the entire school that I had never been to one. I try not to care about what people thought about me, but with

every weekend." I added on, hoping that

under his breath, before looking at

who actually goes to parties calls

Crap.

two decades ago, I wasn't very well

in

in the butt than my brother," I mumbled, turning

"I heard that."

~~~

a gate, and a courtyard with a marble water fountain

teen movies that I've watched, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when we walked in. The house was absolutely packed, and the music was so loud that I thought my ear drums were going to burst. But for some reason, I loved it. The energy in the air

heard over the blaring music. He pointed his hand to a grand

everywhere like my brother and nearly every other teenage boy, his room was pristine. It had light blue walls with white wood detailing. The

Christopher, maybe six, with a girl that I presumed to be his sister. They were at the beach,

to that

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