"The next set of matches will start at seven later on tonight." Jordan told me.
He had just came from a conversation with Darion. I'm guessing Darion explained the rules to the remaining eight people. Kristian, Jaylie, and Jamila all made it. I'm so proud of those guys.
"According to what I've heard based on his match against Alandis, he's a trap specialist." I said, speaking of Draper. "We just need to keep from falling into his traps, anything suspicious has to be investigated."
"It's alright." Jordan said softly. "Stop worrying about me. I'll be fine."
"I'm not worried, I know you can do it."
"Then why make game plans?"
"I don't know.."
"Because your worried, let me do all the worrying." He kissed my forehead. "You go and check on the rest of your friends, I know your happy they won."
"Okay Jordiee."
It was a couple hours before the next matches were going to start. Everyone was in the lower level training room still. Kristian wanted to be in the final four, so he was talking things over with his group. People had the opportunity to choose a different group if they'd like to, but Kristian chose not to.
Jamila didn't either, I don't blame her. Including her, she still had six people remaining against Pisa. So once you think about it, since Pisa's entire team was eliminated, Jamila blew her out six to zero. Plus Jamila liked Parker and Zamera, she planned on using them in the future too if she made it as a captain. She had to beat Ethan next though, which could be a difficult task to complete. Her brother was an add on to her group though, so she cut one of the people off for him. Everyone talks about how Jamila is leading the best group; with Jamila, Jamile, Parker, Zamera, and the five others that didn't even get shot at. Arguably, they were the best group.
Since Kristian was busy with his group, I didn't walk to him. Messing with him while he was in serious mode wouldn't be very smart. But messing with Jamila and her group, that actually seemed like it could be exciting. I went over to them, Jamila smiled the second she saw me.
"Hey, Rosey!" Jamila called out as she stood up.
"Hey, Mila!" I said, then hugged her.
"That kiss worked!"
"I'm happy I helped, I love your team. You guys have the potential of winning it all. Especially with Jamile now, smart of you to add your brother."
"Thanks, I overheard Darion say we won't be able to change our teams after this round. So I had to make the biggest move possible, you want to join too?"
I was flattered, definitely flattered. "No, no thank you. Thanks for the offer though, but then it'll just be unfair. We'd fuck everybody up."
She smiled, maybe she was joking when she said that. But she seemed to be serious, maybe she was. Jamile poked me in my side, to attract my attention I'm guessing.
"Hey Mile, I'm sorry about your match." I wasn't thinking when I said that, I forgot it was against Kristian. Hopefully he didn't take that in a shady way.
"Oh, it's nothing. Kristian outplayed me, he beat me fair and square. Hopefully he can beat Felix the same way." Jamile replied, he didn't take it as a hostile approach. I must had forgot how much of a nice guy he is.
"He can, and he'll do everything in his power to win." I said.
"Pardon the interruption." Tampa's voice came to the intercom. "I'd like to explain the setup for the next round. The winner of match one will face against the winner of match four. As well will the winner of match two face the winner of match three. Then the winners of those two matches will go on from the final four, to the finale. Good luck and don't give up, no matter the opponent."
That meant if Jamila and Kristian won, they will face each other. Then Jamile would be more determined, because it'll be his shot in revenge versus Kristian. It also meant if Jordan and Jaylie won, they could face each other. I just can't imagine my four best friends in the final four, it's just too amazing. But it's logically possible, they could all win this round.
"She said don't give up, no matter the opponent." Jaylie said as she walked to us. "I can't wait to fucking beat her."
"Girl I wish I could trade slots with you, because I really want that bitch." Jamila was first to reply. "I can't stand her ass."
"Or you both can have her." Parker said. "If she loses and we face her in the finale."
Jaylie laughed. "Chill out lumberjack, that's a long way to go. The odds of that happening aren't too reasonable."
Jaylie called that man a lumberjack. I didn't want to laugh, because I believe it's stupid to have this man on your bad side. Look at him, he looks like he chopped down trees with one swing of his axe back in his Minnesota days. I don't know where he's from, but Minnesota is a logical guess.
"Where you from Parker?" I decided to ask.
"Wisconsin." Parker replied.
Wisconsin is neighbors with Minnesota, I was damn near correct. I smiled at the thought of me nearly being right. Rose, your a genius.
"Jamila where the hell you get this group from?" Jaylie asked. "You the only fucker besides Draper to have six damn people left."
"Draper had all ten people left." Parker added in, his voice was deep as hell too.
Damn Draper, he really kicked Alandis ass. Jordan's going to have good competition, because Draper did the best last round. He seems like he's the shit, but Jordan's the shit too.
"That's because Draper was a Navy Seal, he's good." Jamile explained. "He's definitely going to be a captain, I don't even know why he's doing the training. Ya friend Jordan in for an asswhoopin'."
"No he's not," I quickly defended him. "He's smart, he'll do what he can for as long as he can. If he does lose, it won't be a blowout like Draper did Alandis."
"Your right." Parker chuckled. "It'll be a six to zero blowout instead of a ten to nothing blowout."
I rolled my eyes.
Jaylie spoke for me. "Fuck you lumberjack, don't ruin my friends mood like that."
He shrugged. "I don't apologize."
He's a soldier, a true soldier. But he's the type of soldier who'll die in war. He's not humble, he's not patient, he's not smart. Draper is all of those things, he caught Alandis without her even touching his team. Which means he flawlessly defeated Alandis, but still was lowkey about it afterwards. Everyone talked about Jamila's blowout, but didn't talk about how Draper captured his enemy in three minutes enough.
From a distance, I could see Darion. He was talking to Tampa. The view of them two together angered me so much. Maybe I'm just jealous as hell, or maybe he put up a bad impression for her. He purposely let us fight to see how good I was, what kind of stupid shit is that.
"Hey, I'll try to be right back. If I'm not back, then good luck in your matches. I love you guys." I said as I dismissed myself from them.
I walked over to Darion, who was still in a full conversation with Tampa. He watched me approach them, but continued talking. I waited patiently for him to greet me, he better greet me decorously too.
"Hey baby girl." He recognized how impatient I was becoming.
"Hey Darion, how are you?" I replied.
"I'm alright, what's up?"
"Your what's up, I want you. Come here."
Tampa rolled her eyes hard as hell, I wished they got stuck. But unfortunately, they didn't. I took Darion's hand and yanked him away. We walked out in the hall.
"What's your problem now?" He asked me.
"My problem? You were the one ignoring I was there for five minutes." I said.
"I didn't ignore shit, you saw I was in a conversation."
"I don't give a fuck if you were talking to Jesus!"
"The only reason you came over there was because you noticed I was speaking with Tampa."
I was silent, how dare he just straight to accusations. Maybe I really wanted something. He is my damn man after all, not anybody else's.
"No, I just-"
"That's bullshit, I know you."
He was right, of course it was because he was speaking to Tampa. I guess I made it to obvious, or he really does know me. He rubbed my nose softly and kissed me.
"Stop being a spoiled brat." He whispered after finishing the kiss.
My eyes widened, he called me a brat. Not only did he call me a brat, but he called me spoiled too. I pushed him and turned my back to him. I noticed the effect that has on him changed. He use to get so damn angry, nowadays he just smiled and turned me around. Like he did just now.
"What you want? Don't talk to me, I'm a spoiled brat." I said as he grabbed my hips.
"You want to come with me back to my room to watch the matches, they come on in about a hour."
"A little more than I hour," I said. "And no, I'll pass. Fuck you."
"Fuck me? You must want to, when was the last time we had sex?"
Not recently, because my period started last Tuesday. So I've literally been avoiding too many conversations with Darion, because I'm crazy when I'm on my period. I'm crazy anyway, just imagine it when I'm acrimonious from bleeding. But last night, my period ended. It usual does last about a week, this month ended fairly quickly. Maybe having Darion in your life life ends periods early. I smiled to myself because that was ridiculous.
"What's funny?" He asked.
"Nothing baby." I answered. "Let's go to your room."
We went out to the backlot where he parked. This man must think he's Bruce Wayne, his cars always look like their going to transform into an autobot. It's just one of the few things I love about him, he lives without holding anything back.
"I miss you." I said softly.
"I'm right here." He replied.
I put my legs on his lap, feeling the bulge in his pants. I knew he was becoming hard. I unbuttoned my shirt and he looked at my bra instead of the road. I put my hands on his jaw and turned his head. I took my shirt completely off, then followed with my bra. I didn't plan on moving my legs any time soon, they were planted right on his thighs.
"Pull it out." I ordered.