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."

waves as I did light makeup on my face. I

heard Scott yell from downstairs,

were still talking. If he

she jumped up and sprinted out of my room

it!" we yelled in unison, as we hopped down the stairs. Scott, stopped, his hand on the doorknob, ready to open

he said twisting the

over to him, lowering my octave as I did so. "Don't worry about it, I know how badly

After a few moments, he seemed to have given up trying to figure out what

mumbled underneath his breath before walking into the kitchen, which

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 eyes snapped towards me, his face turning the slightest shade of

wore a white button-down shirt with a pair of faded jeans and white converse. His

a soft laugh. I couldn't help but find it comical

closing it behind me. "You

self returned. "You and I both know that I look a lot better

my eyes. 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 the driver's seat and starting the car. As we pulled out of the driveway,

zipped his lips with his

me, and from the smile on his face I could tell that he was enjoying this a little too much. I let out a dramatic

nothing. I learned about his childhood best friends, how close

passed quickly, so I had no clue that we had been on the road for forty minutes when we finally pulled to a stop. We got out at a

perfect place for a horror movie," I joked as I got out of the car and followed him down the nature trail. "Did you bring me out here to

to kill you I would have done it

is that supposed to mean?" I cried, feigning

me," he said, wrapping his arm over my shoulder and pulling me

comfort of his embrace. After a few minutes, a large wooden house came

head yes.

intentions were. I knew that he wouldn't expect that from

he said, "I brought you here because

I felt

but I had never had the chance. I could barely hide my enthusiasm as I started to jump in place.

I called, taking off towards the house. He let out a throaty laugh before running after me, quickly

me, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder before continuing to run, causing me to let out a high-pitched shriek. When we quickly reached his

ran up behind him, jumping on the seat

the pink one," I mocked, waiting to