Sorry for taking so long on this update. I got a little busy. As for where the game is, it's there. It's not my main focus. I used it as a title because it's an important factor in the character's lives. It's how they met and what Elizabeth does in her free time. Anyway's here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy!

-ashleemac14

Friday quickly rolled around and I was a bit nervous meeting Peter again. I hadn't seen him since Monday night and the queasy feeling in my stomach was either telling me I needed to go see a doctor or that underneath all that nervousness, I was excited. It's a funny feeling and truthfully, I wish it would just go away. I didn't like that I wasn't acting like myself. I was acting like all the other giggly and bubbly brats when they fancied a boy. I didn't want to be one of those brats. They were boring and stupid. Peter probably thought they were too.

I shuffled through my room, checking a few things before I left to meet Peter at the hotel he was staying at. It was a little strange that he asked me to meet him, instead of the other way around. I don't have a problem with it, after all it's not the 20th century anymore. The closet was my main concern though. I had the serums, for the game this weekend, hiding underneath a few coats on the closet floor. I couldn't afford another break in like Marcus. It's had me on edge since Monday night. I couldn't even go to work the next morning. I didn't need one of Marcus's lackeys to find my serums and screw up my game. I just don't get his obsession with getting in to play.

I checked over all my windows and the closet, making sure they were all locked down. I slipped on my nude pumps and checked my chocolate curls in the mirror. I coated my lashes in dark mascara and glossed my lips with a neutral-looking pink. I looked natural, just enough to highlight my best features. I didn't really know what Peter was planning for our get together. He just told me to look like I did on Monday night, so I sort of dressed up with a casual feel. I switched the pencil skirt for pants that fit my form. I think the clerk said something about them being called skinny jeans. I really don't care about what they're called, if I like it I'll buy it. Simple.

The familiar sounds of the city at night filled the air around me. It was comforting to hear the buses and the sound of the distant train. My breath steadied as I stopped by the hotel, slowly walking in. My efforts were useless, because my breath soon left my lungs as I looked around the hotel lobby. It was beautifully crafted and bright. I felt like I had entered King Midas's castle, the high ceilings and the golden details were everywhere. I can't believe I had never walked in here before. I never really had the reason to come here before I met Peter. I gathered myself and went up to the front desk.

"Excuse me, I'm here to see one of your guests. I'm not sure what room he's in. If you could call his room and tell him I'm here, that would be nice. It's Peter Hayes." I finished explaining to the young man. He nodded and went to search his computer.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance." I was startled by a man's voice. He was very articulate for a man so young looking. He looked so familiar, maybe I had seen him in the paper or something. He wore glasses which framed his soft green eyes nicely. He looked kind, though if you looked closely you could see the stress taking a toll on him.

"Nice to meet you as well,-" I stared at him, hoping he would give me his name.

"It's Caleb. Caleb Prior." he answered my silent plea. That name sounded vaguely familiar. I feel like I heard it somewhere in history class. Prior was the name of the girl who died saving the city from the outside, I believe. I knew I heard it mentioned by the government a few or so times. I knew Caleb Prior's name all to well though. He was the most famous scientist in the city. He worked with developing and refining serums. He was basically my boss and he was staring at me, waiting for my answer.

"Oh, I'm Elizabeth Murphy." I finally told him. I had been so lost in my thought that I forgot that I was talking to someone. I had to impress him, so I thought up a quick sentence. "I work at the institute down the road in the-"

"Peter?" Caleb interrupted and looked over my shoulder. I quickly turned around to see that he had just stepped out of the elevator. He looked nice. A blazer over a white v-neck tee, he carried the effortless look well.

"Do I know you?" Peter answered. He searched Caleb over, wondering why this man knew him. They both looked confused and something clicked with Caleb.

"You took a memory serum? When?" Caleb questioned. I could see his inquisitive nature shining through. It was interesting seeing this play out.

"I haven't taken anything. I'm perfectly fine. I just don't remember a lot about the majority of life." Peter spit in Caleb's direction.

"Alright. It was nice meeting you Caleb, but I think it's time for us to get going." I stepped in between them and turned Peter away from him. I waved goodbye to Caleb and flashed him a quick smile.

Peter seemed to be quick-tempered from the brief conversation I saw with him and Caleb. He had barely even been provoked. Though I did notice one other thing, he was strong. Strong and quick-tempered never really were good combination. Hopefully, he knew how to keep his temper in check when he was around me. It probably was just because he was accused of something. He hadn't shown anything that would scare me away just yet.

I was led to a restaurant that I had never been in before. You usually needed a reservation for this place and most of all, a date. I normally didn't really do the whole dating thing. I normally didn't have the time or the energy for it. Most importantly, I never really had anyone around that I was ever vaguely interested in.

Peter was different in a way from most of the guys that asked me out. Firstly, I actually said yes to him. Secondly, I couldn't really figure him out and that was neither a bad or good thing. I feel like I said yes, so that I could try to figure him out. I feel like it will be a hard task to complete though.

"So, how have you been?" Peter asked sincerely as the waitress walked away. He looked over at my hand that was resting on the table. Did he want to hold it? Would it be awkward to hold hands on the first date, if it was even that? I could just be making it all up in my head.

"I...Well, I've been alright I guess." I was not about to tell him about the break in or Marcus at all. I barely even knew him. I didn't have to trust him immediately.

"You're lying." he was so blatant about it. I thought it was pretty well done. I did pause, but not enough to be suspicious. "You don't have to lie to me." he sounded hurt, but there was still a smile on his face. If anyone was lying, it was him. I, truthfully, am alright. Marcus is the one who isn't alright.

"I am not. I'm fine. Anyways, how have you been?" I said changing the subject from me. I didn't really want to talk about myself right now.

"Oh. Well, I've been okay. I'm better now though." he was so blunt. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck from his words. I couldn't let some boy have this effect on me. I fought the oncoming blush off with all that I had.

"You sure you aren't lying?" I questioned him, leaning forward on the table.

"I'm being completely truthful darling." he looked serious. He reached across the table for my hand, taking it from me. His touch sent sparks through my bones and the blush that I been fighting off broke through my defenses. My ears were burning and I was frozen in my place. He had won tonight, but I still wasn't going to let him in that easily.