How I Played the Playboy

Chapter 17

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Weeks rolled past and soon enough, it was one week to Spring Break. I sat patiently in English class, waiting for the bell to ring at anytime as Ms. Rodney reminded us of the good news. Just as we all began to celebrate, she gave us all a look that we knew too well.

"However," she continues, "You will be assigned a project due before the break." The class broke into a fit of complaints and 'boos'.

"Silence!" She glared. "Continue to complain and I'll make this due by tomorrow!" She sighed and began to explain the assignment.

"For your assignment, you will need a partner. I will be allowing you to pick a partner and please - don't make me regret my decision." Whispers and murmurs broke out through the class as some were looking around for a partner.

"I said HUSH!" Ms. Rodney shouts over us. The whispers die down and people scramble back to their seats.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," she rubs her forehead and lets out a breath. "You and your partner will be analyzing a poem. Criteria sheets are on my desk. Please pick one up after you've chosen a partner. You may begin."

Once again, everyone got from their seats to find partners; some crowding Ms. Rodney's desk while the select few fell asleep - not that I'm surprised or anything. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Owen beaming at me.

"Partners?" He smiled. I pretended to give a quizzical look as if I'm having a tough time deciding.

"Ah, what the heck?" I break into a smirk.

"Great. I'll go get a criteria sheet." A few moments later, he returns with the paper in hand and we settle down to get to work.

"Okay, so each person needs to write a poem and exchange it with their partner to analyze." I state.

"Hm... How about: roses are red, violets are blue..." Owen says. "I hate English, what about you?" We both burst into laughter.

"The poem needs to be at least two pages in length, idiot!" I say between a fit of giggles. Finally, we both manage to calm down.

"This project may take a while considering we both suck at poetry. Not to mention that it's due Friday." Owen purses his lips together.

"Wanna come over to my place and work on it?" I offer.

"A-are you sure?"

"Yeah, why not? I mean... It is due by Friday...""Oh, okay then." Owen gives a weak smile which I gladly return.

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"And then, the robot just went BOOM!" Owen laughed, waving his arms around to imitate the explosion.

"No way! You're joking!" I exclaim, nearly spitting out my lemonade. Owen shakes his head and tries covering his laughter.

"You should've seen the look on his face when it exploded!" We both broke into more laughter. Once the laughter dies down, I glance at the blank pages we've set out to work on our poems. About half an hour ago, Owen came over and we planned to get to work only... You could see how well that turned out.

"Hey, Courtney? C-can I ask you something?"

"Sure thing Owen-sauce!"

"Owen-sauce?"

"Aha... Yeah, I suck at nicknames..." I shrug.

"Yeah, you do." A different voice says. We both turn around to see none other that Anthony, helping himself to a glass of lemonade.

"Of course, you're here, Anthony." I say with a hint of annoyance.

"How'd you even get in?" Owen says blankly.

"What are you doing here?" Anthony asks rather harshly, ignoring his question.

"We're working on a project for English." Owen retorts with a similar tone. "And what are you doing here?"

"Just visiting my girlfriend here," He wraps his arms around me, rather possessively.

"Okay, Anthony now-" I start trying to crawl my way out from his arms.

"By breaking into her house?" Owen says a bit louder, cutting me off.

"Owen, please don't-"

"Her maid let me in due to my irresistible charm."

"Guys, can you-"

"Who needs charm when you have balls?"

"Owen!"

"Well, at least I have balls."

"Anthony! Enough!"

"You know what?!" Owen shouts, slamming both hands on the table. "I'm done. I'm leaving." He gets up from his seat, angrily slinging his bag over his back and heads towards the door.

"Owen, no - c'mon!" I stand up and try to follow him but Anthony grasps hold of my wrist. I struggle, trying to break free but it's too late - Owen's gone. I let out a breath before whipping around to face my asshat of a "boyfriend".

"Anthony what the fuck were you thinking?!" I yell.

"Look, it's not my fault that he was practically all over my girlfriend!"

"All over me?!" I clench my fists; my fingernails digging into my skin. "He's my friend and nothing more. You- you know that."

"Sure didn't seem that way when he looked at you!"

"I- He-" I stutter. "We're just friends!"

He grins. "You're cute when you're mad. it's like watching a very angry rabbit." At this point, I lose all self-control and my hand flies across his face. He only flashes me another one of his signature smirks.

"Aha. That was unexpected."

Tears build up in my eyes - just frustration getting the best of me. "You- you're unbelievable." With that, I push past him and storm upstairs, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

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Aaaand that's all for this chapter. Sorry for the long wait! It takes me a while to write each chapter.

Anyways there seems to be a bit of tension between Anthony and Owen. Or perhaps it's just the *ahem* testosterone.

Btw, check out the video I added - it's hilarious.