I lay down on the couch and think to myself.

How did I get mixed up into this life?

Why was I in the middle of everything?

My life I've always been the centre of attention and I loved it. Why was it different, now?

I was in the middle of a killing game. It was like Russian roulette. Not really, but it's close enough.

I have a fifty-fifty chance to live. It depends on what I choose to do.

I lost the bet with Giovanni and I was dreading to shoot a gun again.

I didn't want to.

Derrick talked with Giovanni and told him I wasn't cut out for this sort of thing, but he gave him a cold shoulder and a growl.

He always did the throaty groan out of his mouth when he felt all sorts of things.

It got on my nerves.

I felt the couch drop down and a body sit by my feet.

"Are you okay?" The person asked.

I sat up. It was Luke.

"Remember when you have me the ice cream for free, I still have to pay you back for that, don't I?" I asked.

"Maybe," he shrugged his shoulders.

I laughed. "It's crazy how that night escalated," I told him.

"I know, I honestly never thought I'd see you again," he said. "Although I was hoping too that's why I gave you my number which you reluctantly threw away," he teased.

I rolled my eyes. "That's only because, that's all guys ever do, they give me their numbers and expect me to call them," I explained. "Like, I'm not a type of girl to do a one night stand."

"Well, what if a guy had different intentions?" He asked.

"Oh, really? That sounds almost impossible," I snarked.

He came towards me on the couch. "What if I had different intentions," he whispered.

I smiled. "Like what?" I asked. I was eager to know.

"Like dates and kisses and holding hands, you know the cute things," he explained.

He grabbed my hand and put it in his. He looked at me in my eyes.

"Ever since I first saw you I thought you were beautiful," he said.

I couldn't help but smile wider.

"Well, I thought you were hot, to be honest," I flirted back.

His cheeks flushed and he smiled. He had dimples and freckles on his cheeks. He was cute.

"That's good to know," he murmured. The smile never leaving his lips.

He leaned towards me and I stayed put. I stood still and waited for what he was going to do.

I caught a glimpse of lust in his eyes as he stared down at my lips. I glared back at his pink lips.

He knew what that meant. I wanted to kiss him.

I leaned in towards him and he placed his hand on my thigh, and one on the small of my back pulling me towards him.

He leaned his forehead towards mine and moved his hand from his thigh to my chin, tilting it towards him.

He was so close to kissing me. His lips brushed mine before we were interrupted.

The three boys bursted into the room. I was pushed away from Luke, and I quickly stood up.

Awkwardness filled the room and I smiled, sheepishly.

"What just happened?" Grae asked.

"Did we interrupt something?" Tobias smirked. "I mean, I did ship you with Giovanni, but Luke was close second."

I rolled my eyes.

I looked at Derrick and noticed he looked sad. His face was blank and his eyes held sorrow. I also noticed tear tracks down his cheeks.

Had he been crying?

I wonder what happened that made him cry?

He stared at me, my heart broke at his state.

"What happened?" I asked, concern filled my voice. "Have you been crying?"

I stepped towards him, he watched me. He collapsed in my arms.

"She's dead," he said. His voice sounded hollow and empty. It sounded broken. "He killed her . . ."

"Father killed our mother."