Chapter 8: Board Games And Sex

Chapter 8 ;)

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"You two were so easy to fool," Luciana chortles.

"This is kidnapping!" Jake exclaims, rubbing both his shoulders.

"Not when both of you rode alongside me with your consent."

"But we didn't agree to being locked into an equipment room!" I chip in.

"With cake," Luciana adds, "I gave you two the cake to sweeten things up."

"Know what I think about your cake?" Jake hollers, standing up. He storms over to the baseball bats and heads over to the cake.

I shove him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to just destroy that cake," he responds, clenching his fists.

"What if it's the only thing we have to eat?"

The anger diminishes quickly from his face. "Dammit."

"You have anger issues, Jake," Luciana laughs.

"Screw you!" he screams. "Get us out of here!" He heads to the door.

"And if I don't?"

He starts hitting the door with the baseball bat and Luciana stops laughing.

A couple moments later, the bat breaks and Jake groans in agitation, "I'm going to get us out of here. Just wait and see."

He retrieves another bat and repeats the same actions, but fails again and again and again and again until there isn't anymore baseball bats to be broken.

"That's a sign," Luciana comments in amusement, "Fate brought you two together."

"You brought us here!" We both yell at her.

"Aw, you two keep saying 'us'."

"If I kill him, you're being held responsible!" Jake warns, glaring at me.

"Just shut up already and quit whining," she responds.

I groan, "How am I going to pee?"

"You two are connected to a bathroom," she answers.

Bathroom? I peep around the room and spot a door. I open it, flicker the light on to see a bathroom as Luciana said.

Jake questions in aggravation, "How is there an equipment room connected to a bathroom?"

"I don't know," Luciana responds, suggestively, "Maybe when people came into here, they did some naughty things."

Jake and I look at each other and scowl. "No way in hell," I claim, "am I having sex with that."

"Or with anyone," Jake taunts, "I bet you're a virgin, in regards to you never having a girlfriend—or boyfriend."

I chuckle, "Who said I was a virgin?"

Jake's furious expression returns. "Who was your first then?" he challenged.

Luciana cuts in, "Sorry to break your lovely discussion, but all of the survival goods are in the mini fridge."

"Mini fridge?" we both mumble.

"And there's some clothes for you two in the bathroom," she adds, "and tooth brushes, towels, washrags, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, and many other goodies."

My mouth goes agape. She really had all of this planned out.

"But, best of all—" She stops and starts laughing.

"What?" we both demand.

"There's only one air mattress in there," she finishes.

I utter, "Only one?"

"And one blanket," she adds.

"What about pillows?" Jake asks.

"Don't worry. You both have a pillow each."

Jake inquires, "Why would you do this to us?"

"There you go using 'us' again. How adorable."

"Answer my damn question!" Jake angrily demands.

I could imagine Luciana rolling her eyes right now and sighing at Jake hollering at her. "You're lucky I'm on the other side or I'd seriously beat your ass."

Jake looks up at the ceiling and heavily groans.

"Do I really have to answer that for you, Jake?" Luciana snorts, "You two are meant to be together and I thought you said you're open to new experiences."

"Being locked in an equipment room with this moron was not one of the experiences I was anticipating on!" he fires at her. "I swear if I weren't locked in this room, you'd be the first and only female I would commit some physical actions on!"

"That wouldn't happen, because I'd beat the hell out of you," Luciana nonchalantly responds, "You would find yourself in a world of pain."

Jake puffs, "Oh, really?"

"Yes, really," she grunts, "Jake, I always thought you were smart—"

Jake proudly interrupts, "Which I am."

"But, you're also an idiot," she adds, "You two love each other and need to stop fighting it."

I roll my eyes in irritation. "Luci, get us—me out of here please."

"Jake," Luciana says, "Rico likes you—in fact, he may just be madly in love with you."

"Luci!" I assert, feeling my cheeks catch fire.

"And the guy that Rico senses gay vibes from doesn't exist."

Jake's eyes land on me. "Is that true?"

"Now, I'll see you two later," Luciana states. I start hearing descending footsteps.

I avert my eyes away from him. "Of course it isn't true."

A smirk appears on Jake's face. "So, Luciana is a liar?"

I'm going to slaughter Luci when I get out of here! Why would she do this to me?

"She's not a liar," I respond.

"So, she's telling the truth?"

"No, she isn't."

"Then, who is the guy?"

"Calen Hert," I lie.

"Him?" he asks in disbelief.

I nod. "Yeah."

"Then, why is he a homophobic?"

"Ever heard of self-hatred?" I sigh.

He remarks, "No I haven't, because I'm a moron just like you."

I groan, "I'm sick of you calling me a moron."

"And I'm sick of you addressing me as overweight."

"Whatever," I mutter, changing the subject, "I'm going to look for the goodies that Luci spoke of. Are you going to help or what?"

"Me? Help you?"

I shrug. "We're stuck in here. Might as well work together."

"I'm not looking for the goodies," he comments, putting emphasis on 'goodies', "I'm going to look for a way out of here."

"There is no way out!" I roar, "Have you looked around us? We're in an equipment room, that just so happens to be connected to a bathroom!"

He heavily grunts, "Dammit. I have my date with Veronica today."

Annoyance creeps on me. "Looks like you'll miss it."

He flickers his eyes are me in anger. "I'm well aware of that, Rico." He rubs his shoulders.

I bite my tongue and start looking for our 'survival tools'. I go into the bathroom, moving the shower curtains out of the way, seeking several grocery bags. I open them to see everything that Luciana had spoken of. The bags are even labeled. A few bags are labeled with my name as well as some being labeled with Jake's name.

Jake enters the bathroom and takes a hold of his bags. "Don't touch my possessions."

"Don't worry. I wouldn't want my hands to burn."

He makes a face at me and tosses his items out of the bathroom. As I began retrieving my bags, Jake snatches one from me and hangs it threateningly over the toilet.

"Give me my shit, Jake," I snarl, "I swear that I'll strangle you tonight if you do that."

He throws the bag at my face, snickering. It strikes my eye surprisingly hard. "Someone is upset over not receiving their extra credit."

I rub my eye in annoyance. "You're such an asshole."

"And you're such a moron," he retorts, "How could you not know about this? Now, because of you, we're stuck here!"

"I'm sorry I didn't know my best friend would hold us prisoners in an old equipment room!"

He turns around and I hear him unzip his shorts.

"What the hell are you doing?" I scream at him. He lifts up the toilet seat and starts peeing. "Really?" I turn my attention away from him, not wanting to see anything.

He flushes the toilet and zips his pants back up, then he washes his hands. "I'm going to find a way out," he claims, before exiting.

"You should look for the mini fridge," I suggest.

He flips me off, ignoring me.

I grab my things and place them on the floor by the mats and start looking for the mini fridge, which I find plugged in behind the basketball racks. "Found the fridge."

Jake trots over and opens it. In the fridge is baby carrots, celery, cauliflower, ranch dressing, yogart, pineapples, cheese sticks, apples and juice pouches.

"So, we're going to live off these?" Jake groans.

I see a sticky note attached on the door. I pull it off.

Of course this isn't the only food I left you two with. Check the gym bag next to it. Also, check on the shelf with frisbees.

-Lucifer herself

I instantly see the gym bag and open it, to see more than a dozen of chocolate bars and numerous other snacks. Additionally, I check the shelves, quickly seeking a 24-pack of water and more juice pouches.

Jake chortles, "So, for dinner, we're having baby carrots with yogart."

"We also have cake," I remind, flickering my eyes at it. "Good thing I stopped you."

"I'm going to kill your friend when we get out."

"Don't worry. I'll join you."

He laughs to himself, "She could've left us with a microwave at least and some ramen noodles." He grabs a cheese stick and a water bottle.

I grab the package of baby carrots and ranch dressing.

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I wipe at the sweat building up on my forehead. At the corner of my eye, I see Jake take his shirt off, along with his shorts.

"First, you take a piss in front of me," I complain, "Now, you're stripping in front of me?"

He shrugs. "They have urinals next to each other in male restrooms. Also, it's achingly hot in here, don't you think?"

"There is a fan in here."

He shrugs his shoulders. "So what?"

I go up to the door and flick on the switch, cutting on the ceiling fan.

Despite the ceiling fan being on, I was still kind of hot, so I take off my shirt and shorts.

Jake bursts out laughing. "Your chest is so pale."

I glare at him, remarking, "And your chest is—" I stop myself once my eyes lay on his chest.

"My chest is what?" he asks, nearing me. I couldn't take my eyes off his v-line and abs.

"Your chest is sorry," I mumble, taking my attention away from it.

"Like what you see?" he teases.

I shook my head. "No."

He comes closer until his face is inches away from mine. "Like what you see?"

I shove him away from me and get as far away from him as possible.

"I'll take that as a yes," Jake chuckles.

"Piss off."

I look on the shelves again, only finding several weights. Then, I see a couple board games. I grasp both of them.

"What did you find this time?" Jake appears behind me.

"Some games," I reply, with fake enthusiasm.

"So, we're going to have to play those to not succumb to boredom?"

"I guess so." I place the board games on the ground.

"There has to be alternative forms of entertainment," Jake sighs, "Luciana isn't that cruel, is she?"

"I'll look for more things," I offer.

Jake responds, "I will too."

As both of us going on a hunt for more sources of entertainment, I hear Jake sigh with relief.

"What did you find?" I question.

"A radio," he remarks, "But, it's old and the antenna is broken."

"Great," I sarcastically grumble.

"I'll keep looking," Jake mumbles.

I grew frustrated as we both were unsuccessful in finding anything else. In desperation, I climb up the higher shelves.

"What are you doing?"

I reply, eyeing the shelf before, "Things."

"Get down from there, Rico."

"No way. I refuse to accept board games as my gateway from boredom."

Jake responds, "It doesn't mean it's alright to go through drastic measures to do so."

"This isn't drastic," I snap, "I'm not a board game kind of person."

At this moment, I start humming Jupiter by Gustav Holst as I climb higher.

"Rico, get down from there."

I flare, "No, now leave me the hell alone! I'm not going to sit around and play board games with you! If you don't want to end up with that outcome, then I suggest you to help!"

"I am helping," he defensively remarks, "I'm stuck in here just like you are."

"Help?" I snort, "What have you found? A useless, broken radio! I've found everything and it would be so great if you actually pulled your weight around here, as I am!"

"But, I'm trying at least."

"You're not trying hard enough," I sharply reply.

Jake loudly groans, "Don't take it out on me, just because your best friend put us in this predicament."

"Can you just stop talking to me? Your voice is starting to give me hives."

As I reach the highest shelf, I continue searching but am unsuccessful.

"Get down from there, Rico."

"Leave me alone already, douche!" As I inhale a tremendous whiff of dust, I sneeze, loosing my footing. I land on top of Jake.

"Dammit, Rico," Jake vents, "I told you to get down."

"I also told you to stop ramming your shoulders into the door and did you listen?"

"At least heights weren't involved!" he points out. "Not only did you hurt yourself, you brought someone else down with you!"

"Sorry," I apologize, sitting up on top of him. "It wasn't my intention to land on you."

"I know," he sighs, "It's okay."

I add, "I just—I'm so angry that I was so stupid to not see through Luciana's plan, and now we're stuck here."

"It's my fault too," he states.

I shook my head. "She's my best friend. How could I not see this coming?"

"We were both fooled, okay? So, stop being so hard on yourself."

I continue, "I mean, she forced me on my bed and looked at the tag on my boxers, to see the size."

Jake chuckles, "She did?"

I nod. "She went crazy on me." I look around me. "Now, I see why."

"She's a smart girl," Jake states, "I underestimated her intelligence. She even fooled me and I'm a perceptive person."

"She even tricked someone like you, Mr. Perfect," I tease.

"A new nickname already?"

"Yeah," I respond, grinning.

He jokingly replies, "I try my best, you know."

I shake my head, laughing, "Shut up."

He chuckles, "Now, get your ass off me. You're crushing my balls."

Awareness hits me as I realize I'm practically straddling him. "No, I think I'll stay here for a while. After all, you do deserve it, after your little stunt in the car."

"You were asking for it," Jake remarks, "You wouldn't move over."

"I didn't want to sit by you." I shrug, snickering. "You're lucky I don't have to fart right now," I add, "Or else I'd fart on you right now."

"You deserved it," he teases, "You were being a big baby about not wanting to sit next to me. You should have moved over."

"You also didn't move over, when I fell," I remind.

He laughs, "Well, sorry I didn't move out of the way in time."

"You had the choice of being away from me, while I was climbing, but you chose to stand right below me."

He admits, "Alright, I did."

"Did the Jake Terrence tried to catch me?" I ask in a pretentious surprising tone.

"Maybe."

"You could've just let me fall. I would've deserved it for being an idiot."

"So, that you could possibly become injured? No thanks."

"Aw, you're not being a complete douche," I taunt, "You do care."

"I just didn't want to hear you sobbing about a wound tonight."

"Speaking of wounds, I kind of scratched my arm," I state, feeling the small pain in my arm. I rub the scratch.

"Are you going to get off me now?" Jake asks, "Your ass is still crushing my balls."

I nod, getting off if him. After that, I help him up to his feet. My attention falls to his shoulders, which are lightly bruised. "See, I told you to stop. Now, your shoulders are bruised."

"Because of you, I might gain more bruises. You hit me pretty hard."

"Sorry again," I apologize, noticing a cut on his arm. "Did this just happen?"

"Did what happen?"

"The cut on your arm."

He puts his hands up. "It's okay, really."

"Just go sit down on the mats," I instruct, feeling a heavy guilt build up in my chest.

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"Alright, alright, but I'm really okay" Jake gives in, sitting down on the mats. I climb back up the shelves, where I saw the first aid kit. "Rico, get down!" Jake hollers, standing up. "Haven't we been through this already, Rico?"

I quickly jump down from the shelves, hitting my feet pretty hard. "Sit back down," I command.

"Rico, I'm fine," Jake tries to reason.

"Just do it, Jake!"

He nods and sits back down in defeat.

I open the kit and find rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. I wet a cotton ball with some of the fluid and place it on Jake's cut.

He hisses, "I told you I'm okay."

"Hold that there for a few moments," I order.

He does as I say and I retrieve a large band-aid. I grab the cotton ball from him and place the band-aid on his cut.

"Thanks," Jake states in awe.

"You broke my fall," I say, "The least I can do is this."

"You also have a scratch."

"I'll handle it later," I remark, "after my shower."

He nods in understanding.

I go to my bags and start tearing each of them open, placing my items on a shelf. Jake does the same with his things.

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After I step out of the shower, I hear Jake exclaim, "What the hell?"

I rush out of the bathroom, going to his side. "What?"

His face is planted to the ground.

My eyes fall where his gaze meets. "What? You found the air mattress, batteries and the pump," I state, in confusion.

"Right next to it, moron."

"It's just a box—" I stop and I blink a million times before accepting what I'm seeing before me. There lays a box of condoms and lubricant.

Jake shakes his head, not saying a word.

I also go wordless and continue looking around for anything to take the image out of my mind. Luciana really went far—too far. It's one thing to lock us in here but to leave condoms and lube is another.

We both sit on the stack of mats by each other, not speaking at all.

After several moments of silence, Jake finally speaks. "So, her idea of entertainment for us is board games and sex."

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