Hey there! That's the first chapter of the second story I wrote. I hope you like it. Even thought this is a Naruto fanfic there's nothing about Naruto in this chapter. I hope you don't mind that. If you do, just see it as a prologue.

Gods' Game

Chapter 1: Worst day ever!

You know this? There are these days when everything goes wrong. The alarm clock broke, you miss the bus, the sun was shining friendly when just a moment later it's pouring like crazy and you don't have an umbrella with you, you boyfriend throws a party tonight and your favorite blouse in the wash… Yep, that's the day I'm talking about. And of course all this just had to happen to me today. I'd say this is the worst day in my 13 years of life. At least it can't get any worse. Right?

"Nicole! Samantha's here!" my mother shouted from downstairs. I didn't really pay attention and kept trying on different tops, skirts and pants. I hate choosing the right outfit. I never find anything that fits!

"Nicci~!" Sam squealed as she slammed open the door to my room.

"Sa~m!" I yelled back as my friend tackle hugged me to the ground. She then sat up – mind, still sitting on me – and analyzed my current outfit: A miniskirt and a strapless top.

"You really look slutty like this, you know?"

Frustrated I shoved my friend off me and threw my top into a corner of my room.

"I don't know what to do. My favorite blouse is in the wash, my hair's a mess and the whole day was a complete disaster. Sam, save me!" I whined while my best friend sat on my bed and went through a pile of clothes that had formed on the edge of the bed.

"Oh and don't forget that flunked test you got back today."

"Don't remind me of THAT!" I cried out while falling onto the bed next to her. She then pulled a few pieces of clothing out of the mountain of clothes.

"Here try that on." She tossed the articles to me. I put it on and observed me at the mirror on the wall. I was wearing slim jeans, a red tunic top and a black hoodie jacket. It looked good but I found it a bit too… casual.

"You really think that's okay? We're going to a party, not to school." Normally I completely trust Sam in this matter. If it's about clothes, she always finds the perfect outfit to fit in the crowd and stand out at the same time. But this time I wasn't so sure about her choice.

"But it's a house party not some club. Trust me, I have a feeling it's better to hold back a bit today. Look, I'm the same." She said and pointed down on herself. She wore a tank top, over it a t-shirt that bared one of her shoulders, ripped jeans, many wristbands and a neckband. It looked really good with her short blond spiky hair and her sapphire-colored eyes.

I gave in and agreed with her. Maybe she's right that we should be a bit more decent today.

About jewelry, I put on the silver necklace my boyfriend, Jake, gave me for our three-monthly anniversary. My dark brown hair was put in a ponytail and Sam made curls in my bangs.

I guess you could say I looked cute, cute but also pretty average. In moments like these I often envied Sam. She was a natural beauty. No matter what she wears, it always looks beautiful on her. If she was to wear a potato sack one day, the next day everyone would do the same, thinking it was the latest fashion.

But in spite of her beauty she still had no boyfriend. If they did't like her for some unknown reason or if she simply didn't want one, I don't know. But at this point I'm pretty happy to be me. Jake, who is two years older than me, and I are dating for over 5 months now and we're still in love like on the first day. It's simply perfect. That reminds me…

"Hey, Sam. This time we really have to find you a boyfriend. I think Stephen likes you." I said happily hopping on the bed next to her.

"A boyfriend? No, thank you. I have my hands full even without one. And I think that the one he likes is you not me." she replied chuckling.

"No way, never ever would that be possible. He's my best friend since childhood. Well, best male friend to be exact."

"Think what you want." She shrugged it off and jumped on the floor.

"I think we should get going now or we'll be late."

With that we put on some sneakers and after waving goodbye to my mom – she's pretty thorough with her rituals, saying it's for preserving peace at home – we went on our way to Jake's house. We're living on the countryside and there are not many things to do on weekends if you're only 13 like me and Sam. So most of the time we go to one of Jake's legendary house parties. Why they are so legendary? Well, since this is the countryside there are many old people who grudge us the little fun we can get and call the police because of noise nuisance or something. But since Jake's parents own a successful company and have much influence and money nobody dares to complain when he throws a party. Another reason was that his parents were very often on business trips and left the house in his care – his and the cleaner's.

After 20 minutes of walking we finally arrived at his house. There were already many people. When we walked up the driveway we found Mike and Stephen, classmates of Jake, hanging around the entrance and talking to the people coming and going.

"Hey guys, 'sup?" Sam greeted them.

"Hey Sam, Nicci. You're late. About 30 people are already here. Chris's brother got us 4 crates of beer and a few bottles of booze." Mike reported and we started grinning. Chris's brother is the best!

"Then what are you two doing out here?"

"Waiting for the pizza guy. Fist come first served." That's right, if there's pizza you have to be quick because not even the crumbs remain!

"Oh and Nicci. Little princess also came and already turned the spotlight on herself. But you already guessed that much, didn't ya?" Stephen told me as we were about to walk in. I frowned. The little princess was Candy, a blond 14 year old slut that boasted with the money of her parents and that her mother would get her a job as a model as soon as she turned 16. She was arrogant, haughty and fucked every guy that had money, status and wasn't too nasty. With her 14 years of age mind you! She even tried to snatch my boyfriend away so my relationship with her isn't the best. Okay, okay, I hate her and hope she gets syphilis, gonorrhea or other comparable diseases. And of course as we entered the living room we found her sitting on the couch with a really short mini dress – that was actually a top – and surrounded by a group of guys. Nice lace panties she has there. Slut. Why did she have to show up here? Now my day got even worse! But not everything was this bad today. For example Jake who snuck up on me from behind and pecked my neck, what made me jump out of surprise.

"Hey, sweety." I pecked him on the lips and he handed Sam and me a bottle of beer.

"You know if the pizza's here?"

"Mike and Stephen are still waiting for it."

"Oh, then we still have time." Jake grinned and pulled me into a kiss, his hands draped around my waist.

"Oh look. People. I'll go and chat with them. Have fun." Sam waved and went away leaving me and Jake standing in the entrance to the living room. Still in a kiss I let him guide me to the nearest room which was apparently his father's office. He heaved me on the desk and his hands started wandering over my shirt. Don't get me wrong, we didn't do it yet – he keeps pestering though. But I want to do it on our 6-monthly anniversary. He was tugging on the hem of my shirt and his hands wandered up my naked skin. Just as I wanted to say something the door got smashed open and Chris came in with some friends.

"Pizza's here!" he told us while holding onto the door frame to stand upright. He then went away with his roaring friends.

"Let's go before there's nothing left." I said and skipped to the door. Jake seemed a bit disappointed but followed after me.

4 pizzas and many bottles of beer later the first guys were sleeping under the table. I was sitting on the couch together with Stephen and like always when I was drunk I started to observe my surroundings without missing a thing. Stephen, as the only sober one, was tattling with me about everything and anything.

"The guys are starting a drinking contest again."

"Marc and Cloey are making out. Did he finally confess to her?"

"Naah. She's just completely drunk and he happened to be next to her."

"Poor Marc. How long has it been since he fell in love with her?"

"2 years I'd say. Oh look, Candy's in the back garden."

"Puking again? Look at her hair, it's full of vomit."

"Okay, that's gross." Stephen grimaced. Some would find it strange if a guy like Stephen – tall, athletic, smart – is tattling like a girl, but in my opinion that's one of his strong points. No matter what, he always stays true to himself and I can always rely on him. His father was a drinker and used hit his mother. As he started to hit him as well, they left him and moved to the house next to mine. His mother was working the whole day and he did the housework in her place. He also never even touched a drop of alcohol. He had a hard time but thanks to this he became a really reliable person and my best (male) friend. That reminds me…

"Stephen, you know where Sam went?"

"I believe I saw her upstairs."

"'Kay, thanks." I practically flew up the stairs looking forward to tell my best friend about Candy. There I stood in an empty hallway. Okay, either I shout loud enough for Sam to hear or I simply search every room. Given that no one would hear me through all the yelling and the loud music, I had to do it the more tiring way.

Opening one door after another I found many petting couples but no Sam. With the last door in the corridor in front of me I started to think that she was already somewhere else. Already thinking about where to search next I opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks. My mouth open and with widened eyes I stared at the sight that took place in front of me. Sam was lying with her back on the bed, her legs draped around Jake's hips as he kissed her passionately. When she noticed me she stared at me with an expression of shock and horror. Jake followed her gaze and his face bleached.

"Nicci."

"And I thought we were best friends." I whispered tears burning in my eyes.

"No Nicci, wait, I-", Sam stuttered and shoved the still shocked boy off her. Not waiting for her lame excuses I turned and I ran down the stairs tears flowing down my cheeks. What excuse could she have that sounded believable enough? Sorry but your boyfriend tripped and fell right on my lips? Downstairs was Stephen who looked surprised and asked what happened but I just pushed him aside dashing out. Behind me I could hear him asking Sam the same, but I didn't care. Should she explain it to him. I just kept running down the street. The tears burned in my eyes and my vision got blurry. This was really the worst day of my life, it couldn't get any worse! At least that's what I thought. As I paused in the middle of the street to wipe away the tears, I heard a loud honk and bright light blinded my eyes before an enormous force hit me and I dashed against something hard. I could hear someone shouting my name then the yelling got fuzzy and everything went blank. Okay, now's officially and absolutely the worst day of my life!

Like it? Hate it? Just tell me! About this 13-year-old-thing, I just couldn't make her older to fit the story line. You'll understand as the story goes on. If you think it's unrealistic for kids like that age to behave like this, let me tell you, I get to see this quite often (except for the car; instead they fall into a river and drown or something… not funny…). Okay, enough depressing talk! Please review, compliments or complaints, I don't care. If you found any mistakes feel free to tell me, I'll fix it as soon as I can!