GUYS!? HOLY HELL WHAT IS UP?

It's been so long...

I finally got Wicked Games back up and running because it was of popular demand that I bring it back. I just settled into my new job and now I feel like I have the time to write which is soo nice. I'm just so excited to be back on here with you loves!

This story is dedicated to WithLoveForever, who has supported me and the comeback of this story. Their patience (a flipping year for this story to come back) has been greatly appreciated! Thank you~

Eyeball Chambers watched Delia Marsh work from a safe distance, across the street in his scrappy old Ford convertible. He studied the way she scanned the spines of the old books of the local library, putting back the returned or misplaced books in their proper place. Her hair fell in long silky strands in front of her face, he wondered how she could see what she was doing. She'd organize these books for hours, and she never seemed bored of it.

He'd been watching the girl everyday for a week now, and he decided it would be easy to win this bet he had made with his friends. It was a stupid bet and a huge waste of time, but Eyeball wanted to prove his friends wrong—that he really could get any girl he wanted. Plus, the prize was worth it all. Fifty dollars cash and the opportunity of proving his friends wrong. The rules were simple, if Eyeball could get Delia—the most stubborn and boring chick in Castle Rock; to fall in love with him within a month, he would win.

Delia wasn't too popular in town, in fact she was made fun of constantly. He and his friends liked to harass her too, she was just such an easy target. Eyeball and his friends would throw things at her when they'd drive by her on their way home from school almost everyday, and she'd do nothing but stare straight ahead with her thick black glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. He didn't know much about her, only that she worked with her grandmother in that dusty old library, her grandmother owned the place. Delia had no friends and was always seen alone, he'd never even heard her speak.

He knew it would be a bit of a challenge to get this girl in bed with him, but he'd do everything in his power to make it so. Eyeball never lost a bet, and he wasn't about to now. He got out of his car and strutted towards the library with confidence, this was the day he'd talk to her. The library smelled dusty and old, the place was flat and dingy looking. The lighting was dim, and there wasn't many people inside. He searched through the aisles of books for Delia. This will be a piece of cake he told himself as he searched, a sad excuse for a chick like this will be easy.

Eyeball finally found her, in the Mystery section of the library. She stood at the end of the aisle, studying a book folded open neatly in the palms of her hands. Delia wore a pair of blue jeans and a large men's dress shirt, she had her hair pinned up now. To Eyeball's surprise, she was actually quite pretty looking up close. She had a perky little nose and her blue-green eyes were sparkly and clear, light freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks. Delia mouthed the words of the pages as she read, pushing those glasses up her nose again.

"What you reading?"

Delia's head shot up in surprise, she was more than startled to see Eyeball Chambers standing in front of her. She took a few steps back, knocking into the cart of books she was currently putting back. She cursed to herself in embarrassment, turning a bright shade of pink.

"Relax, I ain't gonna hurt you." Eyeball chuckled, taking another step closer.

"Jack London." She said.

"Huh?"

"Jack London, that's who I'm reading right now. A collection of his short stories." She said, turning back to her cart of books, a few had been knocked to the ground. She proceeded to pick them up, hoping that the Chambers boy would leave her alone. She had no clue why he was even giving her the time of day.

"He any good?"

Delia frowned, turning to face him, "Of course he is."

"So you like reading lots huh?"

Delia just nodded, turning back to her work. She was ashamed of herself for letting this exchange with Eyeball go on for this long, she was hoping to god that he'd just leave her alone. She didn't like the vibe she got off of him or any of his goons that he called friends for that matter.

"Your name is Delia right?"

"Alright." Delia sighed, finally fed up. "What do you want Chambers? Look if you want to throw something at me or call me an 'ugly freak' again, can it wait till after I'm done here?"

"Shit…yeah—I'm sorry about that." Eyeball shifted back and forth uncomfortably, shocked the girl would tell him off like that. "How bout I take you to a movie? Make it up to you?"

"You—" Delia chuckled in disbelief before continuing, "Want to take me out ?"

"Well, yeah. I'd like to actually get to know you better, you seem like a decent chick."

"It ain't gonna happen." Delia shook her head, "No way."

"Why not? It's just two hours out of your day, I'm actually a nice guy once you get to know me." Eyeball felt a bit insulted he was getting rejected so harshly, he never had to try to get a girl to want him.

"The answer is no." Delia said, "You must think I'm really stupid huh?"

"No.."

"I know what you're doing. You're just trying to play some sort of sick joke and for once I have the decision to be apart of it or not, and there is no way in hell I'm going to be."

"Fine. But I aint givin' up, I'll come by every day if I have to—until you say yes." Eyeball meant that with all his heart, he wasn't about to be rejected by a girl like this. She should be grateful that a guy with his looks is even paying the slightest interest in her, even if it was apart of some sort of wicked game.

"You can leave now." Delia snapped, "I'm sure you're smart enough to find the exit on your own?"

"Uh-huh." Eyeball spoke through his teeth, trying to control his temper. He left the library in defeat, his ego bruised by a grumpy teenage librarian. He couldn't believe he let himself be humiliated by a girl like that. He just had to remember that bundle of cash he'd have to take other girls out with. As he revved up the engine, he couldn't help but look into the library window again, and to his surprise; she was staring right back.

As Delia watched the Chambers boy drive away in his clunky old convertible, she couldn't help but replay the conversation she and Eyeball had over and over. There was no way he could've been serious, but what if there was a slight possibility he had? She shook it off and went back to her job, or at least she tried