Russian Roulette

"Jimmy...!!" I stared at him helplessly.

He shook his head a little, "Don't worry about me, Baby Girl. I'm fine. Just a little tussle."

"But... you're covered in bruises!" I ran up to him, carefully pulling him down to my level and kissing his eye gently.

"I'm okay, I promise!" He chuckled as I kissed his eye. "You should see him." The tone of his voice made me chuckle. It was deep, as if he was trying to sound tough.

"Jimmy... I don’t want you getting beat up for me, okay? Because then I get into protective Jilly mode..."

"Don't try to take on Matt. Just...don't worry about it, okay? He's right. I broke the rules." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No... I broke the rules..." I murmured sheepishly.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Contestants are allowed to get attached to us...just not the other way around. Cheesy, huh?"

"So I can still play with you...?" I asked, but wasn’t focusing on it. I was going to pick the biggest fight with Matt.

He shook his head a little, "...You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"

"I don't know what's on your mind... but I'm thinking a good time in bed..."

"...That's not it." His eyes were searching my own intensely, as if he could read my every thought.

"Then what am I thinking, baby?" I ran my fingers through his hair.

"You're thinking about picking a fight with Matt. And if you do, you'll lose no matter what. So for my sake, please don't..." He sighed.

"I won't..." I kissed his cheek.

He shook his head a little, making me look him in the eyes. "Jill. I mean it."

"Don’t be mad at me, Jimmy..." I said quietly.

"I'm not, Baby...I don't want you to get hurt, that's all..."

I rocked back and forth on my heels, "Well...what's the extent of this rule? What are you guys not allowed to do?"

"We can't really fuck.... we can't sleep with you guys... we aren't even supposed to really talk to you..."

"...Really?!" Both Ash and I asked in surprise, our eyes wide.

"Why not...?!"

"How are we supposed to be comfortable if we don't talk to you?!" Ash continued.

Johnny and Jimmy exchanged glances. "Look...due to the rules of the game...any emotional attachments will only cause hurt..." Johnny muttered slowly, as if he wasn't supposed to be telling us this.

"Jimmy... please don’t do this..." I whimpered. I wanted to get attached!

Jimmy shook his head, running a hand over his face. "I...these are just the rules...I never follow the rules..."

"Okay... good..." I held onto him tightly. "Can we go back to my room?"

"Er...not right now..." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Matt's on the war path, and expects us there..."

"No... you can stay with me." I pulled on his hand to drag him to my room.

"Jill...really..." He pulled me back to him, brushing some hair out of my face. "Unless you want me to get beat worse, it's best if he doesn't see us in your room. Plus...your room mate is a little weirded out."

"No. I want to be with you. I came here to be with you. Not to be shoved away."

"Okay...we have plenty of time to be together. Right now, he needs to calm down."

"I want to be with you now, Jimmy... please? I don’t get it, why I came here if I couldn’t be with you. Why is he suddenly such an asshole, anyways?! He was fine at my house!"

"Because...the rules. Look, I can't explain anymore until the game is explained, okay?"

"James... don’t push me away..." I sighed sadly. "I don’t get him though... he was so happy earlier..."

"I'm not pushing you away," He shook his head, "But I can't explain it to you, yet. Are you hungry?" He tried to change the subject.

"No, I'm not hungry..."

"Don’t lie, baby girl... if you are I will feed you..."

"I'm not, Jimmy..."

He gave me a look, "Come on, I know you are..."

"No... I don’t want to eat."

"Come on." He took my hand, leading me from the room. I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. "Zacky makes a mean stuffed shell," He smiled.

"I'm not hungry...!!" I tried to convince him.

He wouldn't have it. "It's delicious, really. How he does it, I'll never know. Must be the Italian in him." I just sighed, following him into the kitchen. He pulled out a chair for me, and sat with me.