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“Score!” I throw my hands in the air for winning one more point in the ping-pong video game.Hunter is beside me, laughing with disgust that this is his second consecutive game that he’s lost to me.“I have to admit you're good,” he says, looking at me crestfallen, holding his wireless controller up.“As a table tennis player, you are a great football player.” I laugh at him, and he grimaces at me in response. “I need to go home.” I look at my rose-coloured watch that I got from Hunter when we visited his family. “It's getting late.” He looks at me with his puppy-dog eyes.“What if I don't want you to leave?” He grabs me by the waist, trying to seduce me. “I can for gourmet style pizza with jalapenos and pineapple which you like so much,” he says, trying to tempt me with food.“Hahaha, I cannot, despite this offer being very tempting.” I look up, thinking very well on the subject. We've already talked about it though.And how long we talked. We spent hours talking about it, and it's s
Hunted By The Player Pity
“Another one has arrived.” With that observation of Joanna, we let out a laugh. Valentina, not understanding anything, glances back to see if anyone else is at the door.“One more what?” Valentina says, confused.“We were just saying that love changes us,” I tell her. Joanna can't hold back her laughter.“And you are one more,” Joanna says. “We’re complete.”Valentina smiles in delight and comes sliding over to us and sits in one of the armchairs beside us.“I was born to be Cupid,” I comment. I point out the flush in Valentina’s face.“Selena, you were a thousand times worse than me, ok.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Now it's my turn.”“And my turn to piss you off.” I shrug.“Touché.” She points at me in defeat.We keep stalling and talking about our delusions about love some more. But my near-ending pneumonia ends up spoiling my range of staying up late again and again. By around ten at night, I'm already dead.As usual, I plug in my cellphone to charge a battery that lasts next to
Hunted By The Player Lost and Found
Inside the interior of the dance studio, which is also modest as the façade, has many people circulating and smiling. Men, women and children are milling about, either in their ballet clothes and ballet shoes, or just tap shoes or simple gym clothes.I head towards the door with the sign above "administració". I wait in what looks like a small queue and stare at the brochures about Barcelona's sights. What most catches my attention is the church of the Granada Familia. How can I not have a closer look at this wonder? I need to make sure exactly where it is and be sure to visit. And it would make a good article for my blog.The girl who comes to talk to me is a descendant of... What? Japanese? Chinese? Korean? Oh, I don't know, I can only say that she is all-smiles and her eyelids are close together enough that I wonder if she sees me. She is a few centimetres shorter than me, with short, straight black hair and seems my age or close to it. It’s hard to understand what she says in Cata
Hunted By The Player Punishment
We get in the car. He turns on the radio to a melodic, male-voiced song.“You are fantastic,” I say, rolling my eyes.“Why?” He looks at me. “What is it?” His smirk is there, I can tell.“You. How do you manage to do this to women? Did you see their faces?”“They are your friends. I only greeted them because of you,” he explains.“They are not my friends.” I make a face.“Oh, no? I thought they were.” He’s tries not to laugh.“No, they are not. I just asked them for the address of where I was.”He nods his head. “Speaking of which, could you try to explain to me what you were doing so far away?”“I lost my job,” I confess. “So, I started walking non-stop until I found myself in front of the community centre.”We stop behind a line of cars because of the traffic light, and he looks at me deeply feeling sorry.“Lost your job? Just like that?” he questions.“Carlo dumped Valentina and me.” I get an internal scare. Oh yeah, I need to call her.“He didn't say anything else? Simple as that,
Hunted By The Player Chilling
I fall to the ground with my face burning from the blow.I wake up from the fright of my dream. I run my hands over my face and feel none of the pain I always remember suffering in my dreams. Only, it is the first time in a year that this has happened again.I search around, a little dazed, trying to see where I am. Alone for a change. Through the window of Hunter's room, there is little light passing through the curtains, which tells me it is freezing and not very sunny.I get up uncoordinatedly and head towards the bathroom. Bathtub, you beautiful piece of work. How are you today? As I brush my teeth, I look at the tub several times, considering. I go in. I don't go in... I go in. I don't. I let go of my internal fight over whether or not to get into the tub and head to Hunter's closet.On second thought, it's not just Hunter's closet anymore. The bathroom was practically adapted for me too, and the closet is not even mentioned. Half of the space holds things that now belong to me.
Hunted By The Player Say Cheese
“Valentina! Valentina!” Jimmy shouts from outside the door.The shock wears off and I feel relieved. I get up and race to open the door. Both Hunter and Jimmy are there, eyes wide open in anger, staring at us.“I thought there were thieves!” exclaims Jimmy. I open the door more so they can enter.“You didn't answer your cellphone and the doorman said you two haven’t left the building,” Hunter says, grabbing my hand and looking at me with a stern expression.“We fell asleep,” explains Valentina, giving a to hug Jimmy. “And my cellphone is in the bedroom, and I think Selena's too.”“Just don't do that again, please,” Jimmy tells us, a little calmer now.I head towards my room and nod for Hunter to follow. He comes with firm steps behind me.“Are you mad at me?” I ask innocently, with my back to the now-closed bedroom door.“Just don't do that anymore. Get ready. We have to go home.”He's still cold. I do as he asks without arguing, but it’s not what I want. He can’t be so bossy. I go to
Hunted By The Player Benefit ball
Tomorrow will be the benefit ball, and before it starts, I'm already exhausted because I had the brilliant idea to help with the preparations. And that means that the people involved are always asking for my opinion. So many questions about the chairs, lights, fabrics, music, flowers, everything, arghhh! I'm exhausted. I hope that Hunter improves his mood since the game in England. Barcelona lost the game 1-0. I had never seen him lose a game while we were together, and I confess that I would rather not see it ever again. What an angry man he could be!I look up at my bedroom ceiling and make a mental list. Dress, shoes, greetings, dancing. That won’t do. Why does he have to get me into these things? Defeated, I fall asleep after taking my meds for pneumonia; they’re killing me.I wake up to a startle from Valentina knocking on my door.“Selena, we're going to be late,” she says, knocking nonstop and making the most irritating sound. “I promised I would help you and not do everything
Hunted By The Player Glitz and Glam
We hear a sudden noise at the door as it opens and Hunter and Jimmy enter laughing. Thank God this time they weren’t angry!“There you are.” Hunter drops a long passionate kiss on my lips. It doesn’t even look like he was sulking only a few minutes ago.“We have a present for you,” Jimmy announces with his hands wrapped around Valentina's waist.They pull us into the main room where a group of people stand with suitcases and other things. I can't figure out what this is all about.“This is Ben Cormac's team,” introduces Hunter.“Who?” I ask. I had never heard of this person before in my life“He is an expert in making celebrities look like stars on the red carpet and is of my highest recommendation.”“What a very gay thing, man,” Jimmy mocks Hunter, not giving a damn. Valentina and I laughed. “Personnel can leave their equipment in that room on the right.” Jimmy points, and the people leave in an organised Indian decor queue.“What is this all about?” I ask, perplexed.“A spa day for
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