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

Chapter 17

☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽Been obssessed with Bazzi's Album and love this song soooo much, and is what I listened to majority of the time while writing.

Nash's POV

I think to myself, staring down at the marble top bar, sitting at one of the barstools as the environment around me leaves me in a drift.

The last place you'd expect anyone to sit and examine their life is at a club in the middle of sweaty dancing bodies and blaring music filled with the aroma of cigerretes and alcohol.

However, here I was thinking about how my life ended up like this and if somehow there was a way to fix everything.

In between my thoughts, I look up and watch some of the people on the dance floor.

Bodies grinding on each other, dancing and drinking.

Toward the edge of the dance floor something catches my eye.

A gorgeous girl with long dark brown hair, in a stunning sequin short dress. One of the girls I admire most in my life.

Gabby.

There she was not far from me, looking breathtaking as ever.

My trance ends when I see hands wrap around her curvy frame. I can see her stumbling from here, her clumsiness being enhanced through the alcohol. I stare at the guy holding her with envious eyes, examining him to see if I recognize him.

I had never seen him here before, and I had no clue who he was, and I'm almost certain Gabby doesn't either as I watch her intently.

I can make out his muscular and tall stature, seeing the difference between Gabby and him as his figure practically swallows hers.

The more I watch them, the more I want to desperately rip him from her, seeing the way he moves against her.

Before I get the chance to witness more, he takes her hand and pulls her, dismissing her from the dance floor and away from the crowd, and my eyes remain on them. The direction he's taking her, makes me assume he's leading her toward the back of the Club, and I begin to debate with myself.

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe it was the alcohol, or the jealousy—but I leave from the side of the club's exit in order to follow them but stay hidden.

I push past several people before exiting the club through the long vestibule.

I push open the large metal door, and look to the left as I can hear voices from the the other side. It's almost pitch black out, and I can barely see, but its just enough to make out two bodies.

My chest sinks, as I watch him kiss her, touch her. I continue watching and somehow I feel as if he's somewhat forceful. Even though I know if she sees me, she'll be upset.

"Don't be shy." He tells her.

"No. No." Gabby begins to beg.

"Stop!" Gabby screams.

And just like that, I snapped. I jolted myself to him and instantly grabbed him.

"Hey! Get your fucking hands off her!" I scream at him, throwing him to the ground in a struggle, and straddle him, as his legs shuffle beneath me.

The world around me begins to blur and I feel the blood in my veins boiling as his face is impacted by my fist.

I don't want to stop, losing myself as I feel his blood on my knuckles. I feel as if I'm asleep, but in a dream I can't wake up from. My fist hits his face over and over, yet I feel so numb as I grind my teeth and my jaw clenches as I continue.