The Player - Javon Walton

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He's revolting.

Everything from those huge brown eyes that have a hold on every girl, the annoyingly perfect smirk that's seen whenever he's with his little 'fan club' of girls, and that impulsively impressive athletic body that's hidden under his tight shirts.

Javon Walton is a player.

He acts like he's better than everybody else, pulling every girl he knows he could and that alone makes my blood boil. I know about his stupid bad boy reputation. He treats women like an object, dating them purely for his own amusement. It's sick. Javon didn't care about anyone else's feelings except for his own. He's a selfish boy with no ounce of remorse in him.

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There he was, laughing with his group of boys in the crowd filled hallway. Everybody knew who Javon Walton hung out with. Jaden Walton, Miguel Cazarez Mora, and Mason Thames. The three boys didn't have as much as a huge reputation as Javon, but they sure were known in the school through Javon.

The thing that ticked me off was when I see the three boys point out a  girl to Javon, then he would work his charm that resulted in both of them giggling, walking hand in hand out of the school doors.

It was his usual routine.

I resisted the urge to run up and pimp slap him all the way to Italy. It would immensely please me if I could even punch his annoyingly attractive face in front of his millions of girlfriends. It would've been a lie if I said I haven't dreamed about it.

"Kira?" Lia snapped her white acrylic nails towards my face, interrupting my sudden thoughts. I blinked in surprise, then turned my attention to my friend. Lia looked annoyed with my sudden distraction.

"Girl we're you listening?"

I sighed, "Sorry, was just a bit," my eyes were still on Javon and the girl's linked hands, "distracted."Shaking my head, I turned to Leia who looked like she smelt something bad . Her eyes were now trained on one of the two people who I was staring at just before. "Ugh, it's only been three days since he broke things off with Aisha. Guess Javon Walton's back in business."Leia let out a humorous laugh and leaned off her locker to get her books.

Aisha was definitely a...lucky girl. She was the only girl that was close to having a 'relationship' with Javon. I remembered seeing them together in the school hallway either talking with his friends, flirting or disgustingly eating each others face roughly. It was a traumatic sight for my eyes, honestly.
They only lasted about a month. Now I guess he's back to his selfish ways.

What I don't get is why Javon keeps dating and breaking up with every girl he gets. Is he trying to find the right girl to make him happy? Cause at the moment, Javon's dated almost all of the girls in Riversleigh High School.

Except me of course.

No way was I gonna be caught up in his little game, nor fall for his pathetic charm that seemed to work on everyone that he sets his eyes on.

"Yeah, I'll see you in English," I smiled, side hugging Leila quickly before heading off to my favourite subject. I heard her voice shout a "see you after school", before I stepped into class.

Walking in, only three people were in the room. I scanned the seats until it landed on the second to last row near the back. My feet dragged me all the way over until I sat down. I swung my bag off of my shoulders and put it beside my legs, then I grabbed my English book and placed it informs of me. Tapping my phone, I saw the time. It was only five minutes left til class started, so I waited, the muffled voices in the room faded out as I zoned out, thinking of my favourite subject.

Writing was my escape from this sometimes depressing world. It helps me calm my mind, distracting myself by writing how I feel on paper. When I hand in essays to Mr Martin, he gives me back my paper with an A plus every time. Even yesterday, he flashed me a small smile, whispering a "phenomenal job Kira". It always made me feel special.

I jumped in suprise as the bell interrupted my thoughts. Clearing my throat, I shuffled in my seat, my classmates slowly walking through the door. I bit back an excited squeal when I saw Mr Martin walking through the door.

The tall middle aged man gracefully put his briefcase on his everyday desk, then turned around to us. He asked us a small grin, rubbing his hands together.

"Alright students, we're starting a new topic today. I'm sure all of you have heard of Martin Luther King Jr.?"

Ah yes, this is where I want to stay forever.

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