Playing The Player

05 - The Date

A/N: hey guys! Get ready, this chapter is going to be a major part of the story line!!!!

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I sat on my bed, staring at my reflection. A date with Jordan Tibbs. I could do this, just go out to eat with him. That is all I have to do.

Then Scott owes me a date, and whenever that date takes place, I'll work my magic and I can start on step two of my Revenge Plan.

What is step two? He starts to LIKE me, that is what.

[1] Get Scott Evans to ask you out on a date.

[2] Get him to ACTUALLY start liking you.

[3] Start to date him ;)

[4] Get him to FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

{FINAL STEP}

[5] CRUSH HIM. BREAK HIS HEART. KILL HIS PLAYER WAYS ONCE AND FOR ALL. SHOW HIM HOW IT FEELS TO BE PLAYED.

See? A simple five step plan. It's fool proof.

"Jess," my mom calls. "A Jordan is down here waiting for you."

Oh great, I sigh, my date. Right. Rolling my eyes I grab my North Face jacket and go down stairs.

"Hey, babe," Jordan greets. What? 'Babe'? Um, no, that is NOT okay.

"Hey...buddy," I manage to spit out through gritted teeth.

"Well, we should be going," Jordan tells my mom. He grabs by hand and drags me out of my front door.

"Where are we going to eat?" I ask.

"My house." Jordan gets in his car. Is he not even going to open the car door for me? Whatever, it's only one date.

"Your house," I echo as I get in. "Am I going to meet your parents?"

"Psh no. Your going to meet my room." Jordan starts the car and backs out of my drive way.

"Uh, your room? No."

"You don't wanna have sex -"

"No! No, no, no, no! I DON'T! I just want to eat dinner at some restaurant and get his night over with." I scream.

"God, okay," Jordan mutters. "I just figured, you know, since you've been a tomboy all your life and no guy has ever wanted you you might want to finally get rid of your virginity."

Who does this guy think he is?! "You figured wrong. Now shut up and drive."

"Okay, you like Wendy's?"

"No, I like decent guys. Who don't wanna, you know. I love pizza, and I hate players. So, no I don't like Wendy's," I grumble.

Jordan gives me a weird look. "Okay..." He says. "I don't get how any of that stuff has to do with why you do not like Wendy's though. So Pizza Hut it is."

The drive to Pizza Hut was quite and awkward. This date was off to the perfect start! ...not.

"Er, so what do you want on your pizza?" He asks as we order.

"Anti depressant," I mutter sarcastically.

"Uh, I don't think they can do that," Jordan says, clearly not getting the sarcasm.

"Look," I say. "I'll give you twenty bucks if I can leave now and you tell Scott that we did "complete" our date."

"Shit man, deal!" Jordan says excitedly.

Awesome. I fish through my purse for a twenty, only finding two tens I hand those over to Jordan.

"See ya," I say, and leave. It wasn't until I was outside that I realized Jordan was my ride.