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?"

said

"Hey I heard that!"

my house." He finally told

Unbelievable.

by that, but if he was trying to insinuate me

you think that I'm going to do anything with you, you're wrong." I warned him. "So unless my

missing the point. "You

getting frustrated. Even though he completely dodged my question, I still

late for pancakes,"

choked out, trying to hold back his

times have you hit your head?" I threw my hands up in the air exasperatedly. "It's when

think

off the conversation. "Just tell me why are you taking me to your house before I walk back

down, it's just a

didn't want to have to

days of

can. When he gets tired of it, he gets back together with her and repeats the cycle over and over again. She always

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

I'm not going to babysit you all night, so when we get there, just go up to my room and wait. I'll

was no way that I was going to spend my first high school party locked in

been to one?" He

too embarrassed to tell the biggest partier in the entire school that I had never been to one. I

go to ragers like every weekend." I added on, hoping that saying more would make

laughed under his breath, before looking

one who actually goes to parties

Crap.

two decades ago, I wasn't very well versed on

stay in my

bigger pain in the butt than my brother," I mumbled,

"I heard that."

~~~

house. It was massive, with huge white columns, a gate, and a courtyard with a marble water fountain in the center. There were cars

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 was so contagious that

over there," Christopher shouted in my ear, trying to be heard over the blaring music. He pointed his hand to a grand staircase to my left. "My room is the

room, I was surprised. It was nothing like I would have assumed. Instead of having a dirty, cluttered room with posters nearly everywhere like my brother and nearly every other teenage boy, his room was pristine. It had light blue walls with white wood detailing. The room contained minimal

it, a picture frame catching my eye. It was a young Christopher, maybe six, with a girl that I presumed to be his sister. They were at the beach, in front of a pretty impressive sand castle. I picked it up, trying to get a better look.

to that

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