Beating Him At His Own Game

Chapter 8: Not Right

Chapter 8: Not Right

 

*Cami's POV*

After going to the store I went home and just sat on my bed and re-thought my life. But it wasn't for long. In my head, I went over how I thought I felt about Derek, how I was going to tell him, and how I saw Allie go over to his house and him let her in like it was nothing.

Then I remembered.

This is a game. I'm not supposed to have feelings for him and he isn't for me- well not until I make him fall for me. I almost gave in and lost but I'm going to fix this, I'm going to get even.

I pulled my phone out after finishing eating my snickers bar and called Erin to come over to my place. I would've called Jas but he's busy *ahem* "tutoring" some girl from our school. I think her name's Andrea.

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After about half an hour Erin finally got here, and I didn't feel like asking him what took him so long to get here in the first place when he's staying at his grandma's which is only a ten-minute walk.

"What's up hun?" He asked me when I let him in my house.

"I don't know man..." I said, debating if I wanted to tell him how I currently felt or not.

"You're conflicted.. What's wrong Cami?" Damn he knows me too well.

"Ugh, I feel like if I say it, it'll become even more real," I answered, avoiding his question.

"Does it have to to with that Derek dude?"

"Maybe... Yes..."

"What did he do? I swear I'll beat him up if you need me to, I'll get Jas to help and-"

I interrupted him in the middle of his little rant "No, nothing was his fault. It was my fault..."

"Okay, explain to me what happened then."

"So, Derek and I are in the middle of a little game right now.."

"What kind of game?"

"Well, basically, we're trying to see who can get the other to fall for them first."

"Oh God Cami, you know this isn't good."

"Why not? I've played plenty of guys before... Not that I'm proud of it but still."

"But still nothing, first of all: this game is dangerous, feelings get involved and one of you is going to wind up hurt in the end. And second of all: you already look like you're in too deep, your feelings are getting involved and don't lie to me and say they aren't because we wouldn't be having this conversation if they weren't."

Sometimes I hate my best friends for telling me the truth. But then again, they wouldn't be real friends if they lied to me and weren't completely blunt with me.

"Ugh, I know, you're right Erin but I can't help it. I want to win this game, and I want to make him hurt in the process..."

"What happened? Why do you want to do that to him?"

"Okay, so maybe I had realized that I had a tiny, fraction of a crush on him, and I went over to his house to tell him but his hoe was there and she was dressed in really slutty clothes and I could already tell what was going to happen there."

Erin opened his mouth to say something but the words just kept spilling out of mine.

"And I felt really stupid because, I'm here worrying about him, worrying about his family problems and catching feelings for this guy while he's there having fun with whoever the hell he wants to. I felt played. But also it was like a bucket of cold water was dumped on me. It's not necessarily the best way to realize it, but I was caught up in his game and his lies and his sweet words and his kisses," I bit my lip when I thought about his on mine, "It gave me a sort of reality check to remember that this is just a game."