The Player's Weakness | ongoing

TPW// chapter nine

I felt a huge amount of sympathy for anyone that lived near here.

We rarely got much excitement in this town, so when the emergency services were called, everybody wanted to get details. However, it was also rarely anything more than some out of hand party or a cat stuck up a tree. Exciting, I know.

It was when we passed a car that had been pulled over and a guy sat in his seat doing a breathalyser did a thought struck me.

"Hey, Blake," I started. My only response was a murmur. Good enough, I guess. "You're not drunk are you? You know, it is safe for you to drive, right?"

So far, we'd been fine. But I think one near police encounter was enough for one night. We didn't need for us to be pulled over or crash.

Allowing his eyes to wander over to me for a split second, he comforted me with, "Of course. I didn't drink tonight." Again, I let out a breath of relief.

He may be close to incompetent, but at least he had a bit of sense. That didn't mean I didn't dislike him, though.

The silence surrounded us, but funnily enough, it wasn't awkward. If anything, it was disconcertingly comfortable. I didn't know whether to feel glad that I wasn't on edge around him... or alarmed.

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Once we pulled up to Emily's, neither of us went to move. Like the majority of the ride here, we sat in silence.

"How did you know about the police coming?" I asked, shattering the silence. I'd turned to fully face him now, drinking in his perfect profile. The way his eyes sparkled, their own light source in the compromised moonlight.

"Intuition," was he trying to be Tom Riddle or something? Maybeeee I had a tiny obsession with Harry Potter. I don't know what's Ron with me. Sorry, I'll stop now it is a little Lestrange. That's the end. I promise this time. I chuckled at my own thoughts because I'm hilarious and I'll Neville stop. Bit of a stretch that one, but oh well.

"Thanks anyway."

"Still think I'm an arrogant bastard?" He finally looked at me fully, awaiting my answer with that aggravatingly charming smirk.

His dark hair was ruffled from the contact with the wind and his cheeks held a healthy tint to them. The shadows on his face made his cheek bones appear even sharper and more defined.

"Firstly, it was just 'egotistical' you came up with that other stuff on your own. And secondly, yes, I do still stand by my opinion," I corrected, smirking myself.

Call me harsh, but at least I'm honest.

"The sooner you admit your undying attraction towards me, the sooner I can prove to you how caring I can be," sounded innocent before he began to lean in and winked. Most girls would probably jump him right now, believe me I'm restraining myself... From punching him in the face. I swallowed, but rolled my eyes at him.

"Good bye, Blake."

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Emily was completely out of it when I had unlocked the door with the spare key hidden under the plant pot. Yes, she knows it's not the safest place in the world, but you did also have to get past the gate, which automatically electrified after 8 pm.