Best Friends with the Player ✔️ (The Player #1)

Chapter Eighteen-

Have you ever tried to make your own word to describe a situation? Hats off to you if you can do that easily.

I can't.

I spent the entire ride over to the Matthew's mansion and half an hour into having a conversation with them trying to figure out a word that was better than 'disaster' and harsher than 'excruciating'.

The Matthews and my parents were too oblivious to the current status of me and Daemon's relationship.

That is : On the Rocks.

They had actually forced Daemon (His mother was the key player) into sitting next to me. But I couldn't exactly blame them. I had always jumped at a chance to sit next to him.

And here we were, trying to act as normal as we could.

However, every single bone of my body was tensed as I forced on a smile.

How would you act, sitting next to the guy you've had a crush on for years, who'd given you a compliment then acted cold, nearly beaten up your boyfriend that isn't really your boyfriend, then just flat out state that he wouldn't date you, even if you were the last female on the planet?

Why did I even like him?

He was a womanizer, player that lived off his pride and popularity status.

"Here you go," Daemon's voice breaks me out of my reverie.

I look up just as he pops some well roasted tomatoes onto my plate. Then he smiles a gloriously innocuous smile. "It's still your favorite, right?" He asks.

I nod back, nervously.

And that is why I liked him.

When he wasn't trying to act like this ultra cool guy that had no care in the world, Daemon Matthews was the sweetest guy I'd ever known.

He would slip me his tomatoes when no one was looking, granted that he hated them and I loved them.

And when we were over at each other's house for dinner, he'd take the egg whites and give me his yokes, just because I hated the white part of the egg. That also worked out for him, given his distaste for the yokes.

Nevertheless, there was my reason.

Daemon, or at least the Daemon I knew, was one of the sweetest people I knew.

His sister, Amanda, who was currently sitting on my right, would as she always say, bet her entire Barbie collection on the very fact that Daemon was the greatest big brother in the whole world.

I couldn't plan her either for that.

Outside of school and out of the prying eyes of our high school peers, Daemon was different. He wasn't this popular-starved teen that did everything he could to stay on the top, he was just... Daemon, the kid who used to pick on me and who loved his family to death.

"San," he whispered slowly, whilst slicing into his steak.

I looked up hastily, stunned.

"Shhh," he chuckled lightly, "I'm not going to bite your head off. Act natural. You don't want the rents thinking something's wrong between us, now do you?"

I cast a glance at our parents, who were busy arguing over whether the Democrats or the Republicans lied more.

I nodded slowly.

"Can we talk after this?" Daemon asked before popping a piece of his sliced steak into his mouth.

I nodded, slowly again, wondering whether I should call Jesse and let him know of this development or not.