Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.
Alright, now I see what Ellie meant by this becoming addictive, it is! Who needs coke when you have Pyro? :)
32. "Another game, another broken heart. Why do I do this to myself?"
I winced as my bare back came into contact with the harsh wood surface of the door outside some random guy's apartment. The guy couldn't even make it inside!
"Sorry, babe," he mumbled, before pressing his lips against mine again. He tasted of alcohol and a faint bit of mint. Ew.
I tangled my hands into his hair. His greasy, oily black hair. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that I was under different circumstances. I tried to pretend that this was a man who loved me; his lips gentle and his eyes shining with something other than lust.
I felt the urge to gag, but forced myself to concentrate on something else. Anything else. Umm… think, Tess, think. I thought about how quickly he jumped at the opportunity to get me into his bed and that made me angry; instinctively tightening my hands into fists.
"Oh yeah, that's more like it," he moaned into my mouth and I grimaced. He couldn't even distinguish pain from pleasure.
Only a few more seconds now; I could do it! I smiled slightly at the promise of what was to come. His face; his gloriously angry face, he was on his way. He would be angry, furious even. It was like a constant mantra. Heartbreak. Heartache. Heartbreak. Heartache. It would soon be over for tonight.
There'd always be tomorrow. Another guy, another game, same results. Never a winner, but we played like there would be anyways.
If he didn't love me then why does he tear himself from sucking her face every night (her perfect innocent face) to chase me and whichever pervert would be after me today. I should be worried more about what this man had intended to do with me tonight, but I was more concerned about when his car would come speeding around the corner.
The unpleasant squeaking of tires pulled me from my reverie, but I smiled despite the annoying sound. Shane.
"Tess?! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he yelled. I smiled.
"Shane. Hey," I said, watching his face shift from annoyed to angry to furious.
"Get in the car," he growled, coming over to grab my hand and tear me away from whoever this guy is and shoved me into the car. He went around to the driver's side and started the car. The engine purred and he drove off.
Another game, another broken heart. Why do I do this to myself? Because I love playing games with the hunter, fate would always have us battle it out.
I don't think the last line was all that good, but I did enjoy writing this, even if it didn't turn out the way I hoped.