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

Chapter 13

"You smell like alcohol Nash." I sigh and his eye level begins to lower a bit.

"Do you need me to drive you home?" I offer nervously.

"No." He's nearly bitter.

"Okay, enjoy jail. I won't bail you out this time." I'm now annoyed with him.

"You don't have to."

"I know I don't." I say bluntly, before sighing. I think for a moment, before looking back up at him.

"Wait here." I demand before heading upstairs, and instantly Jess back awake quickly from the door.

"Eavesdropping much?" I ask her and instantly she shows a bit of embarrassment.

"Are you going to stay the nighg with him? She asks and I roll my eyes at her.

"I don't know, but this is nothing more than being friendly." I assure.

"Mhmm." She gives me 'the look'.

"You can stay the might here, I'll be back here first thing tomorrow morning for college."

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I never thought, Nash and I would be in the same car again. I don't know why I got myself into this mess. Today has my head spinning and going in a million different places and I can't barely think throughout the mostly silent drive.

As I turn into the neighborhood residence, I can hear the small slurs from Nash as the alcohol begins to spread through his system.

I pull up in his droveway, and he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt after I park.

I turn off the car and fully retrieve the keys from the ignition. Quickly getting out, I run to Nash's side, and offer help but he declines.

He quickly uses the door to help him get out before he quickly stumbles back om the side of the car.

"Woah." I grab his hand unintentionally and electricity shoots up my spine

His touch nearly takes my breath away, and I can't help but pull his arm over his shoulder and help him inside.

"Thanks." He smiles as we step inside, and I'm astonished at the appearance.

Trash is everywhere, and half empty aluminum cans are soread out in barious places as well as bottles of beers and other dishes such as plates.

I shut the door behind me and help him upstairs.

Nash seems all the while so comfortable with me, and I'm still having trouble breathing near him.

I open his bedroom door and he smiles a little at me.

"Thanks for the help."

I give him a small, polite smile, and he smiles back.

"Will you stay with me?" His words nearly make my chest fall apart, as he looks at me in near desperation.

I nod a little and he smiles.

"Thanks." I nod, meaning you're welcome.

"I'll be downstairs." I say assuringly.

"Look in my middle drawer for a tshirts. One for you, one for me." He offers and my heart sinks.

I open it up, unable to hold back the urge to, and grab him a shirt as well as one for myself.

"If you want to wear a pair of my shirts you can."

I know where they are, and I grab him a pair as well.

I pick a white T, and red gym-shorts for me. Then a black shirt and white gym shorts for him.

"Thanks." I hand them to him.

"I'm going to go change in the bathroom." I explain before walking into the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom.

I shut it and finally take a deep breath, like I haven't breathed in years.

I look at myself in the mirror in disbelief.

"What are you doing Gabby?" I question the dark-headed girl in the mirror.

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Sorry for the short chap, I had to upload it in a hurry!