The Player

Brielle

6:52 PM

"What. Is. Going. On."

Sam walked into my room, her eyes wide. My once somewhat tidy space was now littered with clothes. I laid face down in the center, on top of a pile of them. Christopher was supposed to pick me up in thirty minutes for my date, and I still had nothing to wear.

In a moment of desperation, I 9-1-1 texted Sam, causing her to claim the stomach flu to get out of her family's mandatory family dinner. That was the one thing that her mother never budged on, so only an emergency would cause Sam to skip out.

"Brielle," Sam said, slightly kicking me with her foot as if to check if I was still alive. "He's going to be here in half an hour!"

I rolled over to face her, groaning in the process. "I know, don't remind me."

As my eyes skimmed over my room, and at the mess that encompassed me, I buried my face in the clothes once more.

"You know what, I think I'm just going to tell him not to come. It's hopeless." Although I couldn't see her, I already knew that Sam was rolling her eyes at me.

"Come on," she said grabbing my arm and dragging my body upright. "Pull yourself together!"

I let out an incoherent mumble before finally sitting up, pushing my frizzy hair out of my face.

Sam let out a loud sigh before cracking her knuckles and tying her hair back. "Ok, let's get down to business. What are you guys going to do?"

I looked down at my phone, still opened on his last text. "He didn't say, he just sent me this." I held my phone up to her face, showing her the message.

Wear something comfortable. Be there at 7 ? – Christopher

Upon reading it, I flopped back on my floor in frustration.

"You're useless," Sam mumbled, pushing me off the pile of clothes and sifting through the pieces underneath me. After a few minutes she emerged with a pair of ripped jeans and a heather grey crop top.

"Here you go," she said throwing the articles directly at my face. "Now put them on. Chop chop!"

I quickly threw them on, before turning towards my mirror. I couldn't lie, Sam's outfit was the perfect mix of casual and cute that I was looking for.

Sam popped up behind me, admiring her work. "God, what would you do without me?"

"I have no clue."

hair into waves as I did light makeup on my face. I was applying a finishing coat of lip gloss when the doorbell rang. My heart

I could stand up, I heard Scott

told Scott that me and Christopher were still talking. If he found out that he was taking me out on a date, he would kill

thing because she jumped up and sprinted out of my room with me right

as we hopped down the stairs. Scott, stopped, his hand on the doorknob,

he said twisting the door

over to him, lowering my octave as I did so. "Don't worry about it, I know how badly you want to go back to playing your video games." I

from me, to Sam, and back to me again. After a few moments, he seemed to have given

breath before walking into the kitchen, which was out of sight

realize I was holding before finally twisting open the door. I came face to face with Christopher. His eyes were rested on his shoes. Opening the door seemed to catch him off-guard as his

a pair of faded jeans and white converse. His hands rested in his pockets flashing me

he said, the nervousness audible in his voice. I let out a soft laugh. I couldn't help but find

out of my house and closing it behind me. "You don't look

self returned. "You and I both know that I

As much as I pretended to hate how cocky he could be, deep down I liked it. He opened his car door for me before running over to

I questioned him. He responded with a laugh and zipped his lips with his hand. "C'mon, can I

I could tell that he was enjoying this a little too much. I let out a

we sat and talked about what seemed like everything and nothing. I learned about his childhood best friends, how close he was with each of his sisters, and his obsession

clue that we had been on the road for forty minutes when we finally pulled to a stop. We got out at a forested area with seemingly no one around

place for a horror movie," I joked as I got out of the car and followed him down the nature trail. "Did

I wanted to kill you I would have done it

supposed to mean?"

he said, wrapping his arm over my shoulder and pulling

the comfort of his embrace. After a few minutes, a large wooden house came into view. I turned towards him,

yes.

beat faster. Christopher bringing us to an empty house made me question what his intentions were. I knew that he wouldn't

brought you here because this is where

felt my excitement grow. "We're going dirt

as I started to jump in place.

for!" I called, taking off towards the house. He let

me to let out a high-pitched shriek. When we quickly reached his house, he opened the garage, revealing a navy blue dirty

blue one, but I ran up

have to ride the pink one,"