Player's Game

7 - Rules and Warnings

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"Tiana!" I whirled around to see Andrew come running towards me. My eyes grew wide, and I hurriedly looked away and continued on. The man's arrogance angered me because of his mindset and self-assurance. How could he believe that by pretending as like nothing had happened, or that I would be happy with this game at all? My sensitive conscience swiftly overcame my pride and ego, as Jamie Kelly started to ingrain her negative ideas into my mind and, well, portray the so-called "girl like her" in an extremely awful way.

I was thinking too much. Everything was making me nervous, and I couldn't handle it.

Before I could even take a breath, a hand curled around my wrist and whirled me around so fast that I could almost fall. Andrew caught me in his chest and laughed, "where are you going?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I blurt with anger.

"What?"  I wanted to slap him in the face. "Look, I'm flattered. But I never agreed to play your stupid little game. I told you I want nothing to do with you or Jamie, what problems you have with her is none of my business and I don't want to be in the middle of it. " 

Andrew had opened his mouth to say something, but quickly I whirled around disappearing on him and his sentence. People were beginning to eavesdrop and there was no surprise to gossip, I had no reputation to uphold in this school nor was it going to start, for the person that I was raised to be and for who I am already, I was not going to let myself be labelled or disappointed by gossip.

God forbid if my family were to find out.

Andrew hauled me into the air, dangling me over his shoulder; I screamed and shouted, beating his back and bottom; and with each strike, there was no flinch or wrath, just a huff of impatience. The sensation was unimaginable because the way he held me was neither hard nor soft; he was gentle enough to hold me protectively and possessively.

Andrew shook his head and walked down the hall, "you kissed me." I crinkled my brows in such rage that the door banged shut behind us and I gasped when he placed me down on the desk. I stepped away from the table and approached his face, striking his chest.

"You begged me to kiss you!"

"We had an agreement," he declared calmly. I was so infuriated by his one-lined sentences and even now how is so calm I couldn't bear it with my short-minded temper.

"I didn't agree to shit!" Andrew was becoming frustrated, his eyebrows narrowed, "You don't get it, do you? Regardless if we are dating or not Jamie Kelly will not leave me alone until she is truly in the belief of our relationship."

I sneered, "What do you mean 'our relationship?' I don't even know you!"

Andrew rolled his eyes again, this time placing his hands on my shoulders, seating me back down on the desk, trapping me with his hands beside me; he moved to my eye level and  stated, "It's just a game, Princess.We need to convince people we're in a relationship so Jamie Kelly will leave me alone." He softened a little, knowing how alarmed I was, he dropped his head and tucked my hair behind my ear as the butterflies welled up inside me at our distance. He looked at me with hope, as if pleading. "Do you understand?"

I don't think Andrew realises how persistent he is with this idea, it could have been with any other girl in the school and yet it was me he chose. Maybe it was because there were signs and a large amount of access I was throwing at him, but none of the silent flirtings was ever meaningful nor was I expecting them to work; and now that I looked over all I could think was, maybe it shouldn't have happened?
But in a way, the persistence Andrew was showing me made me feel so desired and important; it fed my ego and I loved the feeling of being begged. It also weighed out more pros to as why this game should be played on; the toxicity that Jamie was holding above their relationship and most importantly the way she is so vile and doubtful towards me.