Phoneplay (translation)

Part 9

It's almost 7 p.m, and my Outsider still didn't send me any text. I look repeatedly at my phone - at least twice per minute - to check if I didn't miss one of his messages, but nothing. Time passes and still nothing. Yet, he is always on time. Since we started the game, he never sent me a message after 6:30p.m. Yes, I've rarely seen someone that punctual. So, I don't understand why today, it' not the same. Why he hasn't sent me anything today. Why today, he is not on time.

The last text he sent me was this morning. To tell me to not "let him have me" by Marc. Since that, nothing else. And It's pissing me off. I already went through half of one pack of cigarette he put in my locker, and if I go on this way, they will be finished by tomorrow. But I have some trouble canalizing myself, I'm so angry and... stressed because of his silence that I can't help but smoke to distract me.

But shit, why is he not talking to me tonight?

I angrily catch my phone and select the message icone. I go on the discussion with my Outsider and read the last messages that we sent eachother. More peculiarly, the last text of our discussion:

"Don't let him have you, Aly. Not you. Keep your distance."

My Outsider is jealous. Extremely jealous of this Marc. I can feel it just through his messages. Just by the way he talked about him. He spits on him like he did to him the worst thing ever. Like he was a big jerk. Because yes, there's no other word. The Outsider hates Marc and apparently, he can't stand it when he is near me.

I sigh of frustration. Nevermind, I'll do the first step. I know he won't engage the discussion by himself tonight, for the simple and good reason that he loves to play, that it's his favorite time of the day, that he wouldn't miss that for anything and that, yet, he didn't send me a message. So I know there's a problem. And I'm pretty sure that it's about the gaze I exchanged with Marc a bit earlier during the day.

I push the keys of my phone's keyboard and send him this quick message.

Alyssa: Why do you say that?

I want to know what he means by "Don't let him have you, Aly." so I ask, because damn, I can't stay ignorant one more second. Because it kills me from the inside. Because I have the constant impression to be in stand by, and I can't bear to not know anything. So I want answers. Tonight. Now. And I want the truth. I want to know what is the problem with this Marc and why in his message, he said "Not you". Because if he says not you, it means that there has been other girls before me.

My phone suddenly vibrates, and the pulses of my heart stop in my chest at the same time. I quickly unlock my phone and read his message:

Him: Why do I say what?

Alyssa: Why do you say that I don't have to let that Marc have me? Why do you say "Not you", like there was other girls before me? Why do you say all these things about him? Why do you make him look like a jerk?

Him: Because he is one.

Alyssa: You are not answering to all my questions.

Him: I know. But I can't answer these questions all at once, so to start, I can say that he's a jerk.

Alyssa: Why is he a jerk?

Him: Because he spend his time hitting on girls like you: pretty, funny, intelligent, interesting...

Alyssa: Because that's not what you are doing? Hit on girls that you find pretty and interesting?

Him: No... Well yes. But it's not the same thing.

Alyssa: How is it different?

Him: I play with you. We have fun while getting to know eachother, you know? Him, his only goal, is to put you in his bed.

Alyssa: How do you know?

Him: I know him quite well.

Alyssa: So what? It's not because you know him well that you know everything he does or intends to do. Maybe he's looking for a real relationship.

Him: If you're talking about a relationship spent in a bed, we can say... ninety percent of the time, then go.

Alyssa: What makes you think this is not what I want?

Him: Don't say that, Aly. Just imagining you in his arms makes me want to throw up.

Alyssa: That much? I don't understand why you keep arguing about him... I mean, there's a lot of boys that do that.

Him: You wanna know why I keep arguing about him and not the others? Because him, he touches to girls I'm interested in. My co-players, and this, is unbearable. Especially when most of them leave to go with him, thinking he's a nice guy while he only wants to ... shag them.  They come back crying to me - if we can say that, as they don't know who I am- to complain. And trust me that at this moment, I've already moved on.

And I understand. If he hates Marc so much, it's because he's taking him his co-players. It's because he's ruining his game. It's because he is the element that doesn't have its place in the rules of his perfect game. Because he screws up everything and that this game is very important to him.

Alyssa: So, if I'm interested in him...?

Him: Because it's the case?

Alyssa: No. I just want to know exactly what would happen if it was the case.

Him: Well... If you told me you were interested in him, I will find another partner. I would simply move on to someone else.

"I would simply move on to someone else" Because that's how he works, because he doesn't get attached to people. Because changing his partner wouldn't do anything to him. Because when he says "He touches to girls I'm interested in, that , is unbearable" he doesn't talk of us as persons, but more as toys. We, all his co-players, we only are toys and it would do nothing to him to throw us away and pick another one.

Because that's him, and he works this way.

Alyssa: But I don't want you to move on, Babe. I want to keep on playing with you. I want to be your co-player for more time. In fact, I want to be your co-player until I win the game and until you're mine.

Him: Me too, Aly. I don't want him to have you, like he had the others. It would kill me if you choosed him, instead of me. Especially for one night, while I can give you so much more. So much more than him. So much more than a moment of sex.

Alyssa: I know this.

Him: Then, trust me, Aly. Believe me and stay away from him.. Talk to me and play with me. Find who I am and let me kiss you on Wicked Games like I've been dreaming each second of my freaking life...

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So that was Part 9, thanks for reading, have a nice week :*