Zombie Games

by Kristen Middleton

  Bryce turned to me with a stony expression. “What about you, Wild One?”

  I stuck my chin out defiantly. “What about me?”

  “You think I’m too demanding?”

  “You’re a little…intense.”

  Bryce’s mouth twisted into a sardonic grin. He ran a hand through his wavy hair then gazed candidly at me. “You know, there’s something different about you today. You’ve done something…to your hair or face.”

  I shrugged. I certainly wasn’t going to tell him I had my eyebrows waxed. Instead I said, “Could it be the way my eyes are glaring at you? Oh, wait! They were doing the same thing yesterday.”

  He looked away and chuckled.

  His moods were so up and down, I wondered if he was even aware that he was slightly deranged. “Are we done here? Because I don’t think I want to spend another half hour with someone who’s obviously got an issue with me.”

  Bryce gave me a confused look. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

  “You’ve been shooting daggers at me since I got here. I’m not even sure what I’ve done to offend you so much,” I said and started walking away.

  He grabbed my arm. “You don’t offend me at all.”

  “Well you have a strange way of showing it,” I said looking up at him.

  His eyes searched mine and softened. “You’re eyes are so… fascinating,” he said, still holding onto my arm.

  I’ve had compliments on my eyes before which always puzzled me since I though they looked like pretty average brown eyes. My mom says it’s because my lashes are so thick and long.

  He stepped back and cleared his throat. “Well, listen it’s getting late and I’ve got to get home. We should call it a night.”

  I nodded. “I have to pick up my sister anyway.”

  Bryce started shutting off the lights in the dojo and I went into the locker room to wash up and run a brush through my hair. When I walked out of the locker room I found him waiting for me in the entryway, dressed in faded jeans and a tight blue t-shirt. He was on his cell phone, clearly frustrated with whomever he was talking too. I waved at him and he hung up the phone.

  “Hold up, I’ll walk you out,” he said throwing on a brown leather jacket.

  “Okay,” I said.

  He locked the front entrance door, set the alarm, and walked me outside. “Nice night,” he said, looking into the sky.

  There was a soft breeze and the stars twinkled above us. “Yeah,” I replied.

  He followed me to my truck and stood watching me fumble in my purse for my keys. “Listen,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was being a little bit of a jerk I guess.”

  “You guess?” I asked dryly.

  He shrugged. “I just…there’s stuff going on at home,” he said putting his hands in his pockets.

  “And then there’s Master Jordan bawling you out?”

  Bryce chuckled. “He told you huh? Well, he was right. I was out of line and should have been more professional.”

  “It wasn’t a big deal. It really didn’t bother me.”

  “Good, because I wasn’t trying to bother you,” he said looking away. “You just…intrigue me I guess.”

  I blushed. “Intrigue you?” I couldn’t believe a guy found me intriguing. Especially one that was incredibly hot.

  He turned to me again. “Yes…but I’m one of your karate instructors and probably too old for you.”

  I searched his face, trying to decipher how old he actually was. He had a strong jawline with a five o’clock shadow and thick dark eyebrows that emphasized the blueness of his eyes. He was definitely good looking, but not the type of perfection that you read about in sappy romance novels. Bryce’s nose was slightly crooked and there was a white scar near his chin cleft. “So, how old are you?”

  He smiled. “Twenty,”

  That wasn’t so bad, although I knew my parents wouldn’t be excited about me dating someone almost old enough to enter a bar.

  His cell chirped and he frowned. “Well, I better let you get home. I’ve got to take this call; it’s probably my mother, again.”

  “Ok. See you around,” I said getting into my truck.

  He turned around and began walking towards his motorcycle.

  I admired his derriere again as I stuck my key into the truck’s ignition. There was a loud click when I turned the key, but unfortunately nothing else. After a couple more attempts to start the engine, Bryce noticed and jogged back over. I rolled my window down.

  “Pop the hood,” he said.

  I obeyed and he began fiddling around with things in the engine.

  “Try it again!” he called from under the hood.

  Again, nothing happened.

  He rubbed the back of his hand against his forehead and looked down again.

  “Okay, now try it!” he yelled again.

  This time it fired right up.

  He smiled and gave me the thumbs up. Closing the hood he walked over to my open window. “I think you might need a new carburetor,” he said, wiping his fingers on his jeans. He had a smudge of grease on his forehead and I smiled, but didn’t tell him.

  “Is it safe to drive?”

  “You should be fine. But let me give you my cell phone number, just in case you have any problems. I’d follow you, but I really need to get home,” he replied just as his cell phone began to ring again. He checked his phone but didn’t answer.

  “Thanks,” I said as he gave me his number.

  “Good thing I was still here. This place is like a ghost town.”

  I glanced around the dark shops and streets. It was totally deserted. “It’s the flu, I bet. Nobody is going anywhere.”

  He nodded. “I know what that’s like. My mom has it too. That’s why she keeps calling me, hounding me to get home.”

  I smiled at him. “Well, then you better go. Thanks again Bryce.”

  He slowly leaned forward and brushed a strand of my hair away from my lips. The smell of leather and his aftershave was intoxicating. I held my breath as he stared into my eyes. “Call me when you get home. So I know you made it, okay?” he asked, his voice husky.

  I knew right then and there, that I’d never met anyone who’d taken my breath away as much as Bryce. “Sure,” I replied softly.

  “Okay, well goodbye again, “Wild One,” he said, turning away.

  I watched as Bryce jogged back over to his motorcycle. He put on his leather jacket and helmet then straddled the bike. He waited until I started moving then followed me for a couple of blocks. When his bike turned away and he was no longer in my rearview mirror, I was already missing him.

  Chapter Seven

  My phone began vibrating as I headed to Kylie and Paige’s to pick-up Allie, which I’d almost forgotten about. I grabbed it out of my pocket and read a text from my mom telling me that school was cancelled for the rest of the week and I didn’t have to pick up my sister since she was staying overnight.

  Nice, I thought. That was one less thing I had to worry about

  I changed directions and started heading home. I noticed most of the roads were completely deserted, which wasn’t as surprising as the fact that many of the fast food restaurants and gas stations I also passed were dark and closed. The flu was destroying profits for many businesses.

  My mom was reading a book in the Man Cave when I got home. “Hi honey,” she said, setting it down on the end table.

  “Hey,” I replied.

  She smiled. “You’re eyebrows look very…chic.”

  “Thanks and check out my nails,” I said, holding out my hands.

  “Very nice,” she replied lifting them up.

  I sunk into the over-sized couch next to her favorite chair. “So, school’s closed. That’s a first.”

  “Yes, it’s on the news. All of the schools have been shut down temporarily, due to the flu.” She stretched her arms and stood up. “Are you hungry? I could make you a sandwich.”

  “Yes, I’m s
tarving! Thanks mom.”

  I got up and followed her into the kitchen where she began making me a tuna and pickle sandwich. I washed my hands and sat down.

  Just then my dad walked into the kitchen.

  “Hello ladies,” he said, kissing us both on the cheek.

  “Hi dad,” I said.

  My mom smiled. “Hi honey, how was your day?”

  He gave us a despairing look and sat down by the counter. “It was a complete waste of time, with absolutely no customers. It’s almost the end of the month and they still expect us to move cars. Everyone has the flu. How do I overcome that obstacle?”

  “I’m sorry,” said my mom as she moved behind him and began rubbing his shoulders.

  He closed his eyes and smiled. “Thanks, that feels good.”

  “Maybe business will pick up tomorrow?” asked my mom.

  “Doubtful. Damn, I just need to find a new job.”

  My mom and I both looked at each other but didn’t say anything.

  He grabbed my mom and hugged her. “Can we switch jobs for a day? Let me corral the daycare kids and you can sell cars. Come on hon.”

  My mom smiled sympathetically. “You wouldn’t survive a day.”

  “I could put them in kennels? Lock them up and feed them when they get hungry,” he said smiling.

  “Very funny,” my mom answered.

  My cell phone began to ring. It was Bryce! I’d forgotten to call him back.

  “I’m sorry!” I answered into the phone.

  My parents stared curiously as I hurried out of the kitchen.

  “You should be. I was getting worried about you,” Bryce said sternly.

  I smiled with pleasure. Bryce was actually worried about me.

  “I made it. I survived,” I said.

  He chuckled. “So, did you notice the roads? How deserted they were? I thought maybe I was in one of those old episodes of the Twilight Zone or something. It was really weird.”

  “It was totally odd. This flu virus must be really getting out of control,” I said.

  “Tell me about it. My mother is so sick, I don’t know how she’s going to care for my brother tomorrow,” he muttered.

  “I didn’t know you had a brother. How old is he?”

  “Bobby? He’s six.”

  “Well, my mother runs a daycare. She might be willing to watch him until your mom gets better.”

  I could almost see the smile spreading across his face. “Wow, really? I have to work tomorrow, otherwise I’d just stay home with him,” he paused. “I work for a construction company and we have this major deadline coming up. My boss already called me tonight to make sure I was still coming in. Most of the guys on this job are sick and he’s frantic.”

  “If you promise to be nice to me, I might ask her to watch him.”

  Bryce laughed wickedly. “Really? Well, I can be extremely nice if it gets me what I want.”

  I groaned. “You’re such a… man.”

  “You didn’t notice before?”

  “Believe me…everyone notices.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t know about that.”

  “Do you have a girlfriend?” I blurted. I’m not sure where it came from but I was dying to know.

  He paused then said, “No, not at the moment.”

  I was glad he couldn’t see my face, because it was burning. I couldn’t believe I’d asked him like that, out of the blue. Like a little school girl.

  “You still there?” he asked softly.

  I took a deep breath, “Um…yeah. So…you’re brother, does he have any allergies?”

  “No… but I suppose I should mention that he has Down Syndrome. He’s a great kid; really friendly and gets along with everyone. But, obviously he needs special attention sometimes.”

  “My mom’s great with children. She’ll take really good care of him.”

  “Okay, if you could talk to her and let me know. I’d really appreciate it.”

  “I’ll call you right back.”

  “Thanks Cassie.”

  I hung up and talked it over with my mom, leaving out the fact that Bryce was gorgeous and my heart raced every time he came near me. She agreed to talk to him and work out the details. I called him back and told him the good news.

  “Thanks, I’m so relieved,” he said. “You’re such a lifesaver! I was going crazy, trying to figure out what to do with my little brother. My mom’s so sick that I’m probably going to have to find time to bring her into the clinic tomorrow as well.”

  “Well, maybe she’ll be better by tomorrow and you won’t have to. Listen, my mom’s going to be calling you soon, so I’d better let you go.”

  “Okay. Thanks again.”

  “Glad I could help.”

  It was the first time ever that I was happy that my mom was a daycare provider. Now I would definitely get to see Bryce again.

  Chapter Eight

  I learned that Bryce would be dropping off his brother Bobby around seven o’clock, so I made sure to be up and dressed. I threw on a pair of jeans, a new coral tank top, and some lip gloss.

  My mom looked at me curiously when I walked out of my bedroom. “Wow, you’re up early. It’s only seven o’clock, you know, in the morning.”

  I shrugged. “I know.”

  There was a soft knock on the door and I rushed down the stairs to answer it. Bryce stood outside, holding the hand of a little boy with similar features. Both of them had damp hair, blue jeans, and matching white polo shirts. Bobby was grinning from ear to ear. He held his hand out to me.

  “Hi, I’m Bobby!” he said. “I brought my backpack!”

  “Hi,” I answered, shaking his hand.

  My mom kneeled next to Bobby. ”Hi Bobby! My name is Kris. Are you ready to have a super fun day?”

  His eyes sparkled. “Yes. Bryce said I was going to have lots of fun today.”

  She smiled warmly. “Well, he was right!”

  “Okay Bryce, you can go now,” Bobby waved to his big brother.

  Bryce chuckled. “Hold on Buddy. I have to talk to Kris and Cassie here before you kick me out just yet.”

  “Okay Bryce,” he answered.

  Bryce held out his hand to my mother. “Hi, I’m Bryce.”

  “Nice to meet you, I’m Kris,” she answered, shaking it. “Do you have a few minutes to fill out some paperwork and go over a couple of things before you leave? Cassie can show Bobby around.”

  He flashed one of his dimpled smiles and I melted, again. “Certainly.”

  I showed Bobby around the house and then spent a few minutes in the toy area with him. He was giddy and jumped from toy to toy.

  “Wow, I love your toys!” he announced.

  I smiled. “They’re pretty neat aren’t they?”

  “Bobby,” my mom said entering the toy area with Bryce. “Your brother has to leave for work now.”

  Bobby jumped up from the floor, ran over to his brother, and threw his arms around him. “I love you Bryce.”

  Bryce held him tightly. “I love you too big guy. Be a good boy today, okay?”

  Bobby stood back and crossed his heart. “Cross my heart,” he said solemnly.

  “Thank you again Mrs. Wild,” Bryce said turning to my mother. “You’re a lifesaver.”

  “No problem. I’m glad I could help out. It was very nice meeting you.”

  “Nice meeting you as well. Well, I’d better go. You both have my number if you need anything,” he said.

  I nodded and told my mom I’d walk Bryce to the door. When we approached the entryway and before I could react, he pulled me into his arms and hugged me. “Thanks Cassie,” he whispered into my ear. The heat of his breath made me tremble all over.

  “Um, you’re welcome,” I answered breathlessly. My heart convulsed in my chest as he released me and I longed to feel his arms wrapped around me again.

  He cleared his throat. “Wow, I’m sorry…”

  “Why?”

  The next thing I knew he turned around and was
gone. A trace of his cologne lingered in the air and I closed my eyes, thinking of how exhilarating it had felt to be in his arms.

  “Ahem,” my mother said. She stood at the top of the stairs, her hands folded across her chest.

  “What?”

  She arched an eyebrow. “He’s certainly a very good looking young man.”

  I shrugged. “So?”

  “He’s a little old for you, so forget about whatever it is you’re daydreaming about.”

  I snorted. “Whatever mom…we’re just friends.”

  “Okay. I’m just saying…” she said, her eyes searching mine.

  I was about to respond when Megan and her mother, Sara, walked through the door. Sara appeared disheveled and upset. My mother noticed it as well and asked me to show Megan our new guest.

  Megan took off her shoes, hugged her mother, and then followed me into the toy area. When she saw Bobby she stopped and her eyes opened wide.

  “Hi,” Bobby said, grinning broadly at Megan. He was sitting on the ground and playing with Legos.

  She was bashful and held firmly onto my leg. “Hi,” she answered softly. I grabbed her hand and sat down on the floor with both of them. Soon they were building something with Legos together and I was able to break free to find out what was going on in the other room.

  “You can lie down in the guest room,” my mother was murmuring in the hallway. “You must be exhausted.”

  “Yes I am a little, thank you,” she replied, following my mom to our extra bedroom, which was next to mine.

  When my mother returned alone, she appeared troubled. “Sara and Megan will be staying with us for a few days,” she said.

  “Why?”

  Mom sighed. “Her husband is very sick and demanded that she take Megan and stay somewhere else until he gets better. He’s terrified of her getting the flu and having complications with the baby. I guess the last time she was pregnant, with Megan, she ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. Anyway, he was so upset about her being at home that she finally agreed to stay at a hotel for a few days. When she told me that, I suggested that she stay here instead.”

  “And she agreed?”

  “Well, no… not at first. She didn’t want to impose, but I finally talked her into it.”