Two Can Play This Game

Chapter 6- Masked Runner.

" Im leaving now. Dont you dare chase me again or next time I will be carrying a tazer." I warned Joe before quickly running out of the house.

Grabbing my keys from the floor - where I dropped them - I opened the front door and walked in trying to forget what I might have seen during the hide behind a naked Ryan.He did have a cute butt though, No Bex stop thinking about it. God, a near death experince and I was suddenly checking out Ryan's ass. Shame on you Rebecca. I quickly rummuged though my clothes and threw on a pair of jeans with a Harvard sweatshirt. It was the school I was going to attend, It was my dad's school and I knew he'd always wanted me to go so I was going to go no matter what. Tying my hair up in a ponytail, I put on some deaordant, lipgloss and ran down the stairs.

" Bye Mom!" I yelled back before I ran out the door.

Jumping into my car, I drove to school and on the way there I couldn't help but let my mind wander. Today I had to get the new issue of Cosmo, it was all about the new fall trends and I couldn't wait for it. I had this bit of an obession with fashion and Cosmo was my guility pleasure. I was just like Elle from Legally Blonde, except sorta undercover. Someone honked behind me and I snapped out of my little bubble quick enough to snatch a parking spot. Well wasn't that close I thought as I grabbed my backpack and got out of my car. Locking the car, I walked into the school with people starring at me more than usual. That was weird. 

" Tell me you they're lies!" Said Damon.

I looked at him confused, " What are?"

" Stop playing around and dish it out!" Star was tugging on my arm.

Starring at both of them, I said, " I have no clue what you two are talking about."

" Explain this." Damon shoved his phone in my face.

Looking closley I saw a picture of me apparently on Ryan's chest, sleeping. Oh that son of a bitch! He took a picture of me last night. He is beyond dead meat. I slammed my locker shut and walked down the hallway ready to murder Ryan. Everyone moved away from me like I was a walking Swine Flu Disease. Once I found the jocks, I pushed all of them aside and found Ryan sitting in the middle laughing. The second he saw me you could see a flash of fear appear in his eyes. I liked that.

" Ryan can I talk to you for a second?" I smiled like a fake barbie at him.

He chuckled, " You know how needy girls are." He whispered to his friends before he said, Sure babe." 

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the janitors closet. Shutting the door after me I snapped, " What the hell is that picture about?"

" Seriously Cohen if you want me all alone in a dark space, my room is free on Saturdays." He smirked.

Pushing him back, I jabbed his chest, " I dont want you in the plan anymore."

" Why? Is it cause of Lucas?" He asked.

Maybe , "  No it has nothing to do with Lucas, besides Micheal isn't even believing it."

" Oh is that why he punched a locker today when one of his friends came up to him with that picture." That smirk returned.

I couldn't help but smirk a little, " He really got jealous?"

" Ha! Jealous would be an understatment." 

Sighing I said, " Okay fine whatever we'll continue with the plan."

" Okay cool." He smiled.

Why was he eager to continue? " Why do you wanna do this?"

" Because alot of girls are hitting on me now that im with you. They all want to see which one can snatch me away." He laughed.

I slapped his arm and said " Man whore."  before walking out of the closet.

Star and Damon were right beside me, " Details!" Said Damon.

" The plan is still on." I replied with an evil smirk on my face.

Oh Micheal, you have no clue whats in store for you.

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" Hey Rebecca." Lucas was jogging beside me.

I couldnt help but let my eyes linger on his beautiful body, " Hey Lucas."

" You're a fast runner." He said as we made our ways around the track.

I smirked, " I know." Before acclerating my speed and running away from Lucas.

Guys liked a chase. So I finished my last lap and fell to the floor to relax while everyone was still running. God were my legs sore from all that running and I was drenched in a pool of sweat. Not something attractive if you ask me, but I wasn't like the rest of the girls who were sprinting just so they dont sweat. I needed the grade for my transcript, so a couple years of sweat aren't so bad.

 As I squinted my eyes from the sun, Ryan's face appeared, " Oh your still alive?"

" Duh." I put my arm over my eyes.

I could hear him sit down, " Want a massage?" He asked.

" No." I was trying to block him out.

But we're talking about Ryan, so it wouldn't work no matter how hard I'd try. I felt him pick up my leg and pull me a little, " Let go Atwood" 

" Shut up and let me fix your sore legs you stubborn sweating freak." He massaged my leg and I had to admit it began to feel good.

I kicked him, " Glistening. Not sweating." I was still a girl, I didn't like when people made fun of my image.

" Sure." He chuckled.

I kicked him again, " Shut up."  His fingers pressed harder onto my skin and I couldn't help the moan of pleasure that escaped my lips.

" Did that sound like a -" I caught him off, " It felt good because that place was sore and you fixed the kink." 

Ryan rose an eyebrow, amusment written all over his face, " Oh really?" 

" Yes really." I pipped out while I felt his fingers make a trail from my knee up to my thighs.

It made my stomach curl, " So you wouldn't like it even if I used my lips instead of my fingers." Feeling his lips kiss up to my thighs? dear god that sounded like an orgasm just waiting to happen.

  But before I could even try to deny the fact that'd he kill me if he did that. Coach blew her whistle, " Atwood, Cohen! This is not your bedroom! Two laps, GO!" He ordered.

" Thanks Ryan!" I snapped before I took off.

 My legs were already in pain and that idiot had to make me run freaking two laps. God I love how I can stand him for a second and than hate him in a split second. Guess it was just how we're suppose to be. One year Bex; one year and Ryan would be out of here, one year and I'll get closer to Harvard, one year and I'll finally get to live my life the way I want. Just one year. I might even meet my perfect guy. He'll have everything on my checklist and we'll live happily ever after, but for now I'll just have to take it all in. Piece Of Cake.

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I finally finished my two laps, nearly dead. All I wanted to do right now was just go to the locker room and take a cold shower. God did that sound amazing. Thank god gym was my last period, It meant I could linger in the showers, which is what I do half the time when I dont feel like going home super early. Quickly running toward my locker I pulled out my gym bag and ran into the bathrooms. Hanging my towel, I grabbed my shampoo and locked the stall behind me. The water cleaned the disgusting smell that I was creating, and it was soothing. My mind wandered as always, - as you could probably see I wander alot. Mainly because fantasy is always better than reality - and I was finally done. I wrapped the towel around myself and was about to step out until I heard voices of guys. Why would guys be in the girls locker room? I got on my knees and spied from the bottom of the door, and there was about twenty or so guys. Holy shit, did I accidently walk into the boys locker room?