How to play the player

Step 3: Go on a date

I rubbed my temples as I was walking around my living room. I have been walking in circles for the past hour. It was almost 8 and I was about to go mental. I got ready 2 hours ahead of time and since then I've been thinking of my game plan.

I was excited to get the plan in action at first and then the nervousness crept in. What if my plan goes wrong? What if I actually find myself enjoying spending time with him? What if I accidentally murder him and throw him in the deepest part of an ocean where he won't ever be found? HA that's the most likely one.

To make him fall for me I should be interesting, flirty and basically everything I'm not. Or should I just be myself and see how that goes? Nah, the real me would punch him in the face and go get ice cream afterwards. Have I mentioned how much I love ice cream?

If anyone could hear my thoughts I would be thrown into a mental hospital.

My head snapped towards the direction of the door as I heard the doorbell ring. I checked my phone, it was exactly 8 o'clock. I approached the door slowly, any quicker and he would know that I've been waiting for him nervously for the past hour. Which I obviously haven't, psh what.

I opened the door slowly. My eyes widened as I took in Joshs appearance. He looked like he had just bathed in a bucket of glorious beauty. He was wearing a leather jacket over a plain black T-shirt that defined his washboard abs and his usual smirk rode on his lips. He stood there confidently, while smirking knowingly that I was checking him out. Cocky little shit.

As much as it pains me to say this, he is really good looking. But I'm on a mission here. To avenge all the poor souls he's broken. To play the player.

"Are you done checking me out?" His voice broke me out of my thoughts.

My cheeks flushed. " I was just looking at that thing behind you." I mumbled.

"What thing?" He smirked as he took a step closer. Next thing I know, his face is just inches away from mine. His hands were holding my waist lightly. Almost so lightly that it felt like it was just a dream that I would wake up from? Sparks and tingles shot across my body like mini fireworks.

I shook off the feeling as I confidently took a tiny step closer and whispered in his ear, "You don't really know much about personal space, do ya?"

He smiled and took a step back. "Let's go then." He turned and walked away. The moment was broken just like that. I mentally patted myself on the back.

I halted as I saw the ride he was getting on. "Oh hell no."

He turned around and handed me a helmet, "Put it on."

"No I'm not ready to die tonight." I shook my head.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"What kind of question is that? Of course I don't." I glared at him.

He laughed and shook his head. He put the helmet gently over my head. His fingers grazed my neck as he adjusted the straps tightly. He tapped his hand on the helmet that was now on my head, "You're good to go. Come on."

Did he not hear a word I just said? I sighed as I walked up to his bike.

"Just please, go slow." I sighed as I sat down behind him.

"That's what she said." Even with his back facing me, I could still feel his smirk. "Hold on tight."

Psh, you wish.

He turned the engine on and revved it a few times. The bike roared and zoomed forward. I immediately grabbed onto him, circling my arms around his stomach, fearing the end of my miserable life.