Playing Games with The Player: GAME OVER (Sequal to PGWTP)

Chapter 7

Staying upstairs sounds so...honestly I really don't want to have to walk all the way down there, then go all the way up, just sounds so exhausting.

Seriously Gabby? Get it together. This is a life or death situation! Just go downstairs.

I quietly and slowly, walk on my tip-toes down my long, steep wooden staircase. The suspense and drop-dead silence in the air is nearly deafening.

And I thought horror movies were ironic, this is one of the reasons I can never watch them...specifically with Jess—she waits for the tension and suspense to built up in a scene and just at the right second, she screams and I nearly piss myself. One time, she scared me so much I involuntarily threw my phone at her...instead of her yelping in pain, she laughed until she cried. You could imagine my face.

I finally get to the foot of the stairs looking around my living room on the left, my heart continues to thump and pound.

I turn around and—

"AHHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs and Jess grimaces in pain quickly covering her ears as I have a mini stroke.

"OH MY GOD, JESS DO YOU KNOCK!!!??" I hit her arm and never in my life have I been so desperate to high-five this heifer's face with my fist.

"WHY THE HECK WOULD I HAVE TO KNOCK IF YOU GIVE ME A KEY!!!" She messes with her ear for a moment and I let out the most frustrating, long, tiring, irritated groan in my life.

"I seriously hate you." I look at her bluntly.

"ME?!?! I'M SURPRISED YOUR WINDOWS ARE STILL INTACT AFTER THAT SCREAM!" She looks at me as if I've grown another ear.

"Well Jess, TELL ME THAT NEXT TIME SOMEONE UNEXPECTEDLY BREAKS INTO YOUR HOME!" I pick up the first object I see, a pillow, decent weapon, and dodge it toward her.

"OWE!" She immedaitely turns and grabs a pillow from the other couch behind her, throwing it immedaitely and hitting me on the face.

I gasp, surprised and instantly stand to grab another couch cushion to charge at her.

Before I know it, my face is being smashed, hit, and dislocated in so many places while at the same time, my arms feel like they've shriveled up and about to fall off due to defensive attacks.

"Okay, okay! I surrender!" Jess finally gives up and I laugh victoriously.

"Anyways, do you want to hang out today?" I groan at her question, knowing I'll most likely be dragged back into some form of a neverending, dreadful and torturous shopping trip.

"No shopping." I beg her and she sighs in frustration.

"How do you hate shopping? It's so much fun!" She insists.

"We've already went over why, I can't stand standing around, wandering around for stuff I'm not going to buy." I roll my eyes in irritation and plop back down on my couch.

"You have got to get out of this house sooner or later Gabbs." I give her a deep frown and cross my arms.

"No." I demand, letting myself fall over on the couch and shove a pillow over my face.

"Yes!" She instantly hits me in the butt with my retaliation.

"Leave me alone to die." I mumble into the mass of decorative cotton.

"Gabby!" She hollers at me and hits my butt again.

"You know, somehow this reminds me of Fifty Shades of Grey." I say and before a moment passes I instantly regret saying a word.

"Aggghhhhhhh!!!!!! You're brilliant Gabbs!! WE ARE SO GOING TO WATCH THE NEW MOVIE!!!"

Now most girls, who freak out like this, you would naturally assume they'd probably just won the lottery—but Jess.....this chick is flipping out over Fifty Shades Darker....which due to the .

"NO LORD PLEASE NO!!" I cry out painfully, knowing now I'm going to be ultimately tortured into watching this movie till the point I start having dreams of Christian Grey wooping my butt with more than just a couch cushion.

"Yes! We're going!"

"No weren't not!" I demand her, smashing one cushion against her making her stumble over.

"YES. WE. ARE!" She beats the crap out of me with the pillow, hitting me with each syllable and I give her the 'get out before I really hurt you' look.

"Hit me one more time." I look at her sternly, and she looks a bit taken aback.

"Now, if you don't mind I'm going to bed." I get up and drag myself up the stairs.

"Uhm, excuse me, but I don't recall coming over so that you could sleep all day."

I groan in irritation.

"You need to move in with my Aunt Katherine. She's constantly bugging me about 'Get out of the house Gabby it's good for you'." I say in a scrawny voice.

"Well it is good for you! She's right. You're obviously depressed, I mean Gabby you look—"

I immediately turn to her and she fakes a small laugh, and I squint at her, giving her the 'stink eye'.

"I love you Gabbs, but God bless if you wait another minute to brush your teeth. I'm going to shove you in the shower regardless of wether or not you exceed the boundaries of this house." I'm surprised by her 'diverse' vocabulary, but quickly head into the bathroom.

"You're a pain in the rear, you know that?"

"But you love me." She grins and I roll my eyes at her.

"You better be glad I do."