Playing The Player

The Window.

Laia's POV

When I got back home I hopped slowly up the stairs and into my room, falling onto my bed with a grunt. I opened up Facebook and started scrolling down not even looking at the pictures properly, it was a blur, it probably had to do with the fact that I was thinking about Demetrius.

To take my mind off of everything, I grabbed my laptop from my bedside table and looked through Netflix for something to watch, I settled on Twilight, it was a classic and always cheered me up.

I was only halfway through the movie when I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, I awoke to the annoying sound of soft little taps on my bedroom window. I crawled over my bed to grab my phone and check the time. It was 4:20am.

I ignored the tapping when they stopped for a brief 4 seconds, I tried to get back to sleep but they started again. I wanted to shout out curse words but I would get in trouble for that.

I put my hair in a messy bun and trampled over to my window, opening it with all the strength I had, considering I could hardly keep my eyes open.

I stared out the window, confused. I thought I was going insane but that concept fading when I saw the heartbreaking but charming smile of Demetrius holding pebbles in one hand a rose in the other. Some Troy Bolton he was, it was cute but cheesy.

"Please..Don't reject me." He said, this kid best not be serious. I had to admit, his acting skills were pretty good. But I could do the same.

"I hardly know you." I replied, crossing my arms.

He turned around, probably to hide the smile he'd been holding in. I started to climb out my window as I said
"I never said no lover boy."

"Catch me will you?" I asked.

He laughed softly and said "I'll try."

He prepared to catch me before I bounced off my window sill. It wasn't far from the ground so he didn't have any trouble, at least I thought.

I kissed his cheek and a grin made it's way across his face, ear to ear but it was more a devilish grin then a happy one. It wasn't surprising considering he was the most devilish person I'd ever met. Apart from this skanky bitch I went to school with last year, Kaitie. Just thinking about her made me want to barf.

"Where shall we go lover boy?" I asked mocking him with a British accent.

"Anywhere you like princess." He definitely rehearsed this.

"Can we go back to my room though, it's really cold out here."

"Have my jacket princess." He took off his jacket and put it over me. Any girl would fall for that, but not me.

"Why are you calling me that. You aren't my boyfriend or anything. I have a name you know."

He looked away.. Then moments later he looked back into my eyes putting a smile on his face. That was clearly fake. "One day you'll be mine. Plus your the one calling me lover boy, so I get to call you princess. It's only fair." As much as I tried to hate him it was impossible, he looked so good in the moonlight, I just wanted to rip his clothes off.

"Your blushing princess."

"You wish." Shaking my head and covering my face just in case he wasn't lying.

"Yeah you are. Falling for me quicker than I thought." He teased.

He brought his face closer to mine, I thought he was going to kiss me so I put my hands to the back of his neck and brought him closer.

He was good, but if anyways was good at toying and playing people, it was me. And I was going to play him.

We were so close, it was like I was breathing in the air he was breathing out, which sounds much grosser when I think about it.