Game On, Pretty Boy. ♕ RUCAS

♕ Chapter TwentyNine ♕ - I Want You.

Then we have Zay. And well, Zay is Zay, he doesn't do much. He can be really clever and he can be bitter. He's got mood swings and at times he doesn't speak. There can come a day when he doesn't feel like talking at all. Seriously, he can keep quiet for over 2 weeks. It has happened. But then again, it makes sense why he is that way. His dad is in the army and last time he saw him was 6 months ago. It's hard for Zay to stay positive all of the time when his dad is fighting in Afghanistan for 6 months and only gets to meet him for a few days. 

I make a turn and was now only a few blocks away from Missy's place. I know where she lives and I'm not at all proud of that. But the times I spent with her was way before I made the bet about Riley. Altough she did find us hitting it off in the janitors closet, but that wasn't anything. I was only trying to not get too close to Riley. 

And that failed. But I've never been more happy about failing something. 

I stop my car right outside Missy's house and heave a sigh of despise before stepping out of the vehicle. I start making my way over to her house and as I walk I see the old me. There were people hooking-up, making out outside the house, some walked behind bushes and some were locking lips on the porch. When I walked inside I see all types of people – the jocks, the cheerleaders, the geeks trying out the party world, the goths. And then I spotted me. Sitting on the bar was a group of boys that were playing it cool, checking out the hot girls and sometimes making a flirt. 

It's hard, imagining that before Riley got in the picture that was actually me. Now I'd do anything to just sit in her room with her cuddled up by my side, smelling the scent of the perfume and run my hand over her arm. 

I've changed, gotten better and learned to not do it my old ways. It took 6 weeks for me to fall in love with Riley. Over a month. And now it's November and I've never been happier, honestly. In September I was certain that love didn't exist, it wasn't something that just happened. Then October came and after those 6 weeks I felt that love. 

"Isn't it Mr. Can't Keep It In My Pants," 

I feel the uncomfortable feeling creeping up inside of me and I turn around. There she stood before me, Missy Bradford. I nod, not even caring to smile. "I'm looking for Brandon. Have you seen him?"

She smirks, biting her lower-lip in a way she thought would look sexy. "No, but I do see something much more my taste." She steps closer, placing her index finger on my chest, drawing circles on my body as an attempt to seduce me. 

I grab her finger and heave a sigh, "Not interested. Where is Brandon?"

She fake a frown, draping her arms around my shoulders and I lean back trying to get her off of me. "What's wrong, babe? Scared Riley will find out?"

"There is nothing to find out." I say, getting annoyed by her presence. "Now please, will you get the hell out of my face?"

She shake her head, her finger sliding up to my throat. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're not being very nice to the hostess." She let her hand slide underneath my T-shirt and I feel her running her hand with slow motions all over my hard stomach. Stepping closer to my body, she let her leg go between my legs and she bites her lip once again. "Won't you pleasure me?" She leans closer to my side, whispering in my ear. "Pretty please."

I grab her firmly by the waist, looking into her brown eyes. I didn't smile nor did I smirk. I did make her think she was getting under my skin, only to push her away so that she was a good distance away from me. "You're not Riley."

With that I turn away and let myself go back to looking for Brandon. I came here to find one of my friends and I took my dignity with me. I also am not going to sink that low and go behind the back of the girl I'm in love with just to be the old me.