Okay that was by far the weirdest thing I've ever experienced in my life. How in the world could I ever forget that I dated Kayle. This is... it's uuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhh this is stupid. Wait why am I stressing about it I had my methods to get girls and when that didn't work 'The Guide To Being A Player' was always combat ready.
This was a game I knew all too well. I knew the ins and outs although I never used any outs. I was just so experienced I didn't need any outs. Or at least I wouldn't call them outs, I'd call them halftimes.
I've only used four halftimes before and they saved my life. I almost got banked one time 'cause I stole the football team Capitan's girlfriend. Her name was Patience. She had no patience though. Hehe see what I did there. But anyway I stole Patience from him and he was soooooooo pissed.
He called the whole football team on me. I didn't think a jock would care so much about a girl rather than his craft at perfection, his sport. But I was wrong. I ran into about two of his guys on the way home one day.
-flashback
I have to hurry up and get out of here before Butch and his lil goons catch me. This face is way too beautiful to get messed up. Okay maybe I'm over exagerating but you know what I meant. I need to stay in the game and what good does that do if I have bruises and cuts or worse. It just didn't match.
I rushed out of class after what felt like ages because my last period teacher was taking forever to find the assignment he needed to give me. I ran a safe distance from the school then began to walk. I saw a blue mustang drive past me. Then a black Accord. The a red Ferrari. Holy shit run.
Everyone knew that if u see those colors on cars in that particular order it was the Butch and his two best friends ready to pound you to a pulp. I ran imediately ready to scream but held that in.
I saw the cars park carelessly behind me and the doors open fast. Three jocks came out. Butch, Bryce, and Brian. They slammed their doors and sprinted at me. I turned around and focused on running away. I couldn't take them. Not all three of them. I didn't even know how to fight yet. This would end very badly if they caught me.
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The Mind of a Player
RomantizmAden has been playing girls since before he even knew what playing was. He cared nothing for what he did. He never wanted to stop. Playing was like his drug. The more he did it the more he liked doing it. Until he met.....