Revenge Games Chapter 9

"YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?!"

It was a fine Saturday morning, I had woken up from my long, peaceful, well-needed slumber and I had lazily went and sat on the the toilet seat.

While sitting on the toilet and reading my book, my phone started ring. Ditching my 'How to kill a Mocking Bird' book, I flushed the toilet and went to receive it, AFTER washing my hands with soap, of course.

Answering the phone, I was greeted with Grace's squeaky, panicked voice .

"Riley, I need to ask you a very BIG favor..." She was whispering, but I could hear the roughness and the nervous jitters.

"Should I be scared..?" I rolled my eyes, chuckling slightly. Getting out the bread and peanut butter and putting the phone in between my shoulder and ear.

The favor was probably something like 'Can I borrow your Chem notes' or 'Can you bring me a Subway', something petty like that... But boy, was I wrong.

I had started spreading the peanut butter thinly across.

"Riley, promise me you'll do it?"There was hesitation in her voice, uncertainty. I had rolled my eyes. She knew very well I took promises very seriously, but she also knew I didn't just give away my promises.

"Tell me what it is first."

"Promise me first."

"What? no!"

"PLEASE!" her desperate plead rang through my head like an echo. What'd I had to loose? It was just my Chem notes or a $10 subway, no biggie.

"okay, okay fine, chill... I promise, now what is it?" there was silence on the other end, like she was preparing for something, a big reveal. I started to get scared... What could be making her so nervous? What had I promised myself into??

Then she said it.

"I need you... " she gulped.

"To go on a date with Tristan for me."

I blinked a couple of times, my mind trying to process what she had just said.

No, I must have heard it wrong. The words shot like bullets, suddenly becoming crystal clear.

"YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?!"

"I can't go out with him today! My dad has this important my-life-depends-on-it type of guest that he's introducing the entire family to. He just told me this morning and straight up cut of all my protests. Tristan is probably already there and he's going to think I bailed on him and then he's going to hate me for-"

"This is a joke right... Wait, you don't have a sense of humor. Grace I'm not doing this!" I bite into my sandwich, chewing fast.

"PLEASE RILEY!!! I BEG YOU!! Please... I can't hurt Tristan's feelings, he'll be all alone waiting for the moment I arrive and It'll never come. He'll be so cold and lonely..."

"Good, he can start preparing for his future."

"RILEY!! PLEASE!"

"I am NOT going!! It'll be so awkward...He's your boyfriend, call him or something! " I exclaimed, putting back the bread and peanut butter.

"I don't have his number..."

"You are a terrible girlfriend."

"I'll be a much more terrible girlfriend if I leave him hanging like that... Riley, please. Just do this one thing for me... I beg you." she said quietly. Her rigorous pleadings was like a knife that was cutting through whatever determination was left in me.

Was I actually considering this?

I couldn't believe I was actually considering this. After a long, hesitating silence I spoke.

"I can't believe you're making me do this...!"

"I love you so much! Thank you Riley!" and just like that the nervousness, fear, uneasiness was gone in her voice, but she had given them all to me.

Why was I doing this again?

"Wear something pretty, something I would wear. Try your best to get along Riley... I owe you big time." I could feel her warm smile through the line, could she hear my ocean of anxiety and fear too?

The line ended. I put my phone down, put both hands on my head and just soaked in everything that'd just happened.

What had I gotten myself into?

***

I pull my dark denim jeans up to my waist and wear a white woolly top that was equally as comfortable as pretty. I did the mistake of washing my hair and now it was puffy, so I put a white beanie over it. To top it all of, I wore my glasses, which just easily destroyed everything about the look.

But I needed to see to survive.

Survival or looks?

I think I wanted to survive... Well, at this very moment anyway.

Out of   the heap of clothes dashed on my bed, this was the only one that seemed to satisfy me. Most of my clothes were from my early years when I didn't look like a skinny, 12 year old boy. The times when I represented a couch potato. So most of them became dresses, instead of tops.

But they were useful for home clothes... I guess, but useless when going on dates.

Dates

Did I just say that? Am I going on a date...?

Oh dear merciful God.

I was.

But it was a fake one. Nothing real.

But why was I so nervous?

I looked at the mirror. A feeling of uneasiness washed over me. I looked at all my imperfections, how what I saw really didn't make me happy. But something else seemed to bother me more than my looks.

What if Tristan decided to ditch me when he saw that I wasn't Grace?

The feeling of rejection was going to hurt more than any of his insults. I know I'm not as pretty as Grace or funny like other girls, I don't even have a charming personality, but he's decent enough not completely ditch me, right?

He won't take one look at me and say goodbye... Right?

Ugh,why do I feel so insecure? It's just Tristan, annoying, obnoxious Tristan with the irritating smirk.

It just him.

I'm thinking too much! It's not even a real date! I'm just going in as a filler.

an extra.

But honestly, something has to be wrong with me. Was I really going to spend an entire day with Tristan Parker? Am I mad?

I was already fed up with him during the 35 minute lunch break I had at school, now I was going to spend hours with that irritating, obnoxious boy? I think I'm going insane.

I go to my mum's room and slightly open it.

"Mum, I'm going to Grace's house, I'll be staying over for a while... I might return around 6 or something." she didn't reply for a while.

"Yeah, whatever..." she said emotionless.

"Thanks..."

I check my sister's room. She was still sleeping. It's almost 12 am and both of them were still sleeping. My mum had an excuse, she worked hard all night, but my sister had no excuse at all, she was just a lazy ass. 

I grab my bag and packed all the important things, like snacks, chocolate, my phone an extra jumper etc. I hopped on my trusty old bike and cycled all the way to the park Tristan said he'd be in.

This felt like a disaster waiting to happen.

***

He wasn't hard to find. Sitting on the rooftop of the playground obstacle, he watched everything from up there, like he was some superhero looking out for danger.

I parked my bike to the side and took a deep breath.

"Are you trying to stalk people from up there, you creep..!"

He snapped his head down towards me, his eyes turning wide.

"What are you doing here?" he watched me from above, curiosity dwelling on his face.

"Am I not allowed to come to this park?" I tried to act offended.

How am I even going to tell him?

"Please, you coming out of the house on a Saturday morning?" I rolled my eyes and then without warning he jumped off the building, startling me enough to make me fall.

"What the hell! You could've warned me-"

"Where's Grace?"

He was crouching down towards me, too close. I could smell the strong cologne that was radiating off him. He was so close, it made me realize things I hadn't realized before. How beautifully sculpted his face was, how his jawline was so sharp and how his cheekbones were what people called perfection. I could see why so many girls fangirled over him.

But I wasn't going to be one of them...!

Before I stared at him long enough to think I was hypnotized, I got up and smacked off the bark that had molded against my butt. Pulling on my beanie in nervousness, I walked over to the swings and sat on it.

Tristan came and sat on the swing next to me.

"How long have you been waiting for?" I hold on to the chains that were connected to the swing and slowly started to push myself.

"I came at 9am... So three hours." I was starting to feel bad for him, waiting 3 hours religiously without going back... I was pretty impressive.

"You should've called her..."

"I didn't want to sound desperate."

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile curled on my lips. Isn't he supposed to be a jerk? Since when did he care about what others thought of him?

"You dork, how's it sounding desperate if she's the one 3 hours late?" I let a small chuckle escape my mouth.

"Oh shut up. I was trying to be a good boyfriend."

"Well you certainly succeeded at that." I stated sarcastically, turning my head to face him.

"Thank you so much for boosting up my self-confidence up. Why are you really here Riley?" he stood up and came in front of me, crossing his arms across his chest. I had no way of escaping.

"Grace isn't coming today." I mumbled under my breath.

"I knew it! God, why did I even wait for so long? I should've known that when the first hour went by...! Is it Daddy problems? Thought so." he wasn't angry, he was disappointed and he spilled out his disappointment through a very irritated motion.

He calmed down and slumped back onto the swing.

"So why are you still here? You've already told me that Grace won't be coming. You can go now." he said in gloom after a while of silence.

I could go home now and just tell Grace that Tristan had already left before I arrived, then she'd at least know I gave it chance.

But, I didn't get it, why was he acting like this?

Why was he so... sad? It was almost concerning.

My ice heart was starting to melt.

"It's not like she's the first to leave me hanging anyways..."

I didn't like it when other people were sad, especially when I've seen them smiling and laughing most of the time...Well in Tristan's case, smirking and irritating me, but still, I didn't like it when others were sad, especially when I could do something to change it.

So that's what I was going to do, because he was my best friend's boyfriend. If he mattered to her so much, then he mattered to me. No matter how much my brain is telling me to ditch him, my heart is protesting against it... And people say 'follow your heart' no matter how cheesy that sounds. 

Besides, I couldn't just leave him sad like that.

A promise was a promise.

"Grace didn't want to leave you hanging, she didn't want to bail on you, but she couldn't disobey her dad either... So she sent me instead." his head snapped my way. A small smile curled on my lips as I got up.

"Whether you like it or not Tristan, you may have to spend today with me instead."

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