The True Emotion Games

(Just so you know, this has nothing, I repeat nothing to do with the Hunger Games. It just happens to have a similar name) When Tess's boyfriend Sam dies, she is broken. And when her ex goes on a killing spree of all of her family, aiming for her next, she feels she has nothing else to live for. But right before she decides to end it all, she joins the True Emotion Games, a competition set up by Love/Hate (after all, they really are the same thing). She now has a purpose, a meaning. Find out what the True Emotion Games are (it's in the prologue, you don't even have to read more, I swear) and how Tess copes with them in the True Emotion Games.

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15. Chapter 13: Can't Let Go

Chapter 13

When Tess opened her eyes, she immediately regretted it. The sun was shining down on her, harsh and blinding. She made some type of groaning noise and buried her face in her arm. After a few seconds, she cautiously opened her eyes again. She was in the Meadow, on a blanket. How had she gotten there? And that's when the memories trickled in. Her eyes went wide. Had she really told him that much? Abruptly, an arm splayed out across her stomach. She froze. She tilted her head and breathed a giant sigh of relief when she saw it was just Jason. He was asleep. His face looked softer, gentler. Tess's mouth formed an 'o'. He looked so much younger. A crunching sound behind her made her get up. It was Rachel.
"Don't let me ruin this," she said with a wink. "I'll just come back later." She grinned and turned back but Tess ran after her.
"No, I'm good. I'll come down." Rachel shrugged and they walked to the tube and went down to the kitchen part of the bus.
"What time is it?" Tess asked, running her hands through her messy hair. Rachel glanced at her.
"Like 11 AM."
"I'm hungry," she moaned after a little while. But she wasn't in the mood for a real lunch. Tess rummaged through the cabinets until she found a griddle for making pancakes. She searched for the other ingredients to make them and set to work. Her favorite pancake and waffle mix sat on the counter, the recipe printed on the back, but Tess knew both recipes by heart. She used to make them so much. In the purple bowl, she cracked an egg and added 3/4 cup of milk. While she was whisking it, Rachel spoke up.
"What happened last night? You know, between you and Jason?" she asked, sounding like she was trying not to be nosy. Tess turned around, her hand still going in circles to whisk the mixture.
"Nothing happened," she told her friend. Rachel rose her eyebrows.
"Whatever you say," she muttered, looking down. Tess paused the whisking and crossed her arms.
"I said. Nothing. Happened. We talked, that's it!" Tess repeated. Rachel looked up with a glint in her eyes.
"But do you wish that something had happened?" she questions. Tess's mouth dropped open. She swallowed.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard what I said." Tess swallowed again and put her hands on her hips.
"Hello ladies!" Jason exclaimed, cutting Tess off. She hadn't noticed him coming down from the Meadow.
"H-hey," Tess stammered, leaning back to the counter, letting her hands rest on it so the sharp edge wouldn't cut into her back. He gave her a funny look, giving absolutely no indication that he knew what they had been talking about. Jason pulled up a chair next to Rachel and sat down.
"Making pancakes?" he asked, gesturing behind her.
"What? Oh yeah. Pancakes. I'm making pancakes," she replied, looking away and brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Could I have some?" Jason asked. Tess frowned.
"No! I'm making them, so only I can eat them!" Tess exclaimed.
"What? Hey, no fair!" Rachel protested.
"Pleaseeeeeee," Jason dragged out the word, making a puppy dog face. She pursed her lips and stood her ground.
"No," she told them both forcefully.
"Ugh. You're so annoying!" Rachel muttered, exaggerating 'annoying'. She quickly got up, her chair scraping against the ground with an awful noise, and stomped to her room. Right when she was outside her door, though, she paused. And winked at Tess. Jason wasn't watching Rachel, and Tess was thankful. What if he thought she thought something was going on? What if he thought something WAS going on? What if she only thought that he thought that she thought that he thought that something was going on? Before she could continue her confusing thoughts, Jason killed the silence.
"So... Everything you said last night. Is it true?" Tess took a deep breath and turned back around to the bowl with the pancake batter. It was completely whisked. Tess reached for the mix and measured out a cup of it and poured it into the bowl. It fell, fluffing the air with bits of it.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked after a while.
"Tess, don't change the subject. I just want to know," he begged, his voice pained. She didn't turn around. From the loudness of his voice, she could guess that he was still standing where he had been when she turned around. Once the dry mix was totally mixed in, she went to the fridge to look for the butter.
"I think the Meadow was a good addition to this bus, don't you?" Tess asked instead. Finally, she spotted the butter on the door of the fridge at the top. She pounced on it and cut off a tablespoon of it, before plopping it in the glass measuring cup and putting it in the microwave for a minute. But she was careful not to meet his eyes as she walked around the kitchen. Now, she had her back to him, facing the microwave, her eyes watching through the little window to the microwave, watching the clear disk that spun around with the butter melting inside the measuring cup. The microwave hummed. She watched the timer count down. Forty three, forty two, forty one, forty.
"I want to help," he argued. Tess wasn't completely listening to him, mesmerized by the spinning disk and the sizzling and melting of the butter. Then she turned around to face Jason, speaking while she did.
"Jason, I don't want to have this conver-" she was cut off by his lips on hers. Completely surprised, she just stood there, frozen in place. Her arms stiff at the sides and her entire body paralyzed. He pulled away after a second, sensing that she wasn't going to do anything. His eyes searched her face for emotions but the only thing written across her face was shock.
"Tess, I..." Jason started. But she slipped out from being pinned beneath him against the counter and sprinted to her room. Tears were starting to form in her eyes. The beeping of the butter in the microwave saying it was done began at the same time that he shouted her name. Tess ignored him and pulled open her bedroom door, running inside and slamming it with force. Once inside, she sunk down to the floor, her back sliding down the door. Her hands covered her face as the tears streamed down. The reason? It was the first kiss she'd had since Sam. And she wasn't ready to let to that laugh, the chocolate eyes, the black hair, that love, go yet. Her heart was his and she couldn't fall in love again. Why had she even joined the Games? Everything that had happened with Sam went against them. With everything she had, she thought of Vee who materialized in her palm instantly. A trembling hand brought her up to Tess's mouth.
"Vee," she began. "Vee, get me out of here," she said shakily. And that's how she ended up against a cold alley wall, the rough wind biting her cheeks and puncturing her thin jacket that she'd had on since the night before. With her eyes still closed, she spoke again. "And don't let Jason or Rachel find me."


Note: I know I've been doing a lot of notes and I'm sorry but I just wanted to say that... sorry for the short chapter, I just thought it might be at a good stopping point to end the chapter. I'm starting to get some fun ideas for the rest of the story, and I'm really excited! Email or comment with what you thought!! LOVE YA!!!

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