So I Heard You're A Player [On Hold]

So I Heard You're A Player: The Truth Behind The Dare

So I Heard You're A Player

The Truth Behind The Dare

I can't picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can't picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can't picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we're talking. I mean, Why would they even do that? I'm just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special. It's been like this whole life, really. When I was thirteen, I swear my step-brother was having a creep moment at the time, but he told me that when I was in High School, guys would chasing me. See, when I was thirteen I was small, boobless, and buttless, thanks to my naturally fast metobolisum. Now, I guess I'm not so bad, I was still skinny. Though, I had a little of curves nothing huge or anything. Just small ones, but it was better than having none at all. People label me as short, but that's okay since everyone is like giants at my school. As for my boobs, I was a B cup. People thought that was small, but whatever.

"Healy? Want to tell me about this dare?" Dylan said simply, snapping me out my trance. I zone out often, if you haven't noticed.

"It's Chanell. My name is Chanell, not Healy." I said, crossing my arms. Why would he call me Healy? I obviously had a first name.

"Well then, I'm going to call you Healy until I feel it's right to call you Chanell." The end of sentence made my eyebrows rise in curiousity.

"Something like what, Wright?" I took a step closer to him, making us stand face to face, making me notice that he was a lot taller than me, standing at 6'1. "Until you fall in love with me, and lose this dare?" I'm pretty sure that I was the one that will lose the dare, in all reality. I fall for guys too quickily, but usually they never like me back, and if guys did like me they wouldn't be my type. Not to be mean or anything, but I don't see myself dating a guy who's in love with comic books and loves to play with lasers or whatever they use to fight with, and reads dictionaries for fun. They wern't even decent-looking! I just couldn't. People think that I just have high standards, but really, would you go out with them? No, I didn't think so.

"Please, Healy. I don't lose." He said smoothly. I guess it was obvious that he would be calling me Chanell anytime soon. I started to think, it looks like this dare was going to last at least a while, months, maybe. Because, when you're a player, you don't fall so quickly. For all that I know, Dylan hasn't been in love with anybody. Neither have I, which was strange. Since we're both going headstrong on this one, it should be more interesting than I thought it was going to be.

I suddently a peak of curiousity rise onto me. "When do your eyes go to a caramel brown? I mean, I heard about it. Something about a warm tone and cool tone." I noticed I changed the subject quickly, I had a knack for doing that.

"I can't tell you, I'd lose the dare too quickly if you knew what it meant." Huh, how interesting. Now I have something to figure out, the first thought that came to mind that it would happen because he's truly happy. Or, that he's in love with someone. I decided to shrugg it off.

"Oh, okay. Well, here's how the dare is actually going to work. I'm twisting it. Before we actually do all that kiss and hug stuff, we have to become actual friends. I'm not going to smack my lips on some guy until I'm at least friends with them. But around my friends, we can act like we're dating, okay?" I felt a bit wrong for twisting the dare, but it was the right thing to do. Who knows, maybe being friends with the douchebag might actually be interesting.

"Sure, Healy. I'll see you later." Something in his voice sounded like his was disappointed, and I wanted to ask him but he alreday walked off to his group of friends. What could he be disappointed about, It's not like he's going to lose this dare, I was actually intended to get to know him. The layers of the player.

"Oh my God, so what'd he say?" I jumped to the surprise and turned to see Lilac, Rosalie and Chloe smiling brightly.

"Oh, the dare's on." I shrugged as I adjusted my top, this time, I was wondering if he was only doing this for the dare. Or if I'm only doing this for the dare. Really, he wouldn't talk to me otherwise, and that somehow hurt.

"Told you it would work, but I see you had to get a little bit naughty!" Lilac cheered. The instant flashback popped into my mind, not a good memory. Maybe he would fall in love with me, but that's unlikely to happen. I'm not that girl you fall in love with, he's the guy that you would fall in love with. Wow, seems like a heart-breaking story if you think about it.

"Well, I have to go off to class, bye guys!" I said good-bye to my friends and headed towards to Science. I dreaded that class. The teacher, Mr.Bitz, was horrible! He'd talk on and on for hours, and I'd never learn anything, so that's why I'm getting a D in science, and my parents aren't happy about that. On the posistive side, it was a good class to think or doodle, or even text. Yeah, he was that oblivious to what was happening around him. He'd get so into his talking.

I took at seat in Mr.Bitz class and watched everybody rush into the class before the bell rang, see, my school might be horrible but we act like we're angels to the teachers, that's how the school gets its good rep. We act perfect to the teachers, the teachers tells the principal and all that shabam.

I don't know why this dare was on my mind so much, this dare shouldn't really be that interesting. Playing a game with a player, a player's a player. He might not even take it seriously, I might not even take it seriously even though I actually do, maybe this will turn into one of those love stories, but I was scared. I'm not used to any attention from guys, hell, I'm not even used to hugging guys since my only frends were Lilac, Rosalie and Chloe, and the guys chased after them.

I had the sudden urge to pee, so I asked Mr.Bitz to use the washroom. I was walking in the hall, it was silent. Awkwardly silent until I reached the washroom.

"Our plan is working perfectly, like Dylan would fall for her." A familair voice said bitterly.

"I know, right. She's not even pretty, once he sees us he'll dump her in a second." Ouch, that one hurt. I decided to peak over to see who it was. It was Rosalie, Lilac and Chloe. I felt a hint of anger but also felt betrayed. These were my best friends, and they were only using me to get to Dylan?

"Told you using her would help." Lilac giggled while fixing her hair.

"I can't believe she actually thought we were her friends!" Rosalie added. The stupid thing of this all, they didn't have to use me to get to Dylan. They could've just dared each other. I held back my tears and left the washroom. I didn't want to go to class, but I didn't want to stay in there either. I decided to go outside onto the bleachers on the football field and skip class.

Once I got outside, I headed over towards the bleachers and looked at the football field. It was nice outside today, we had a whole month of rain and today it was the perfect weather. Hot, but the wind made it feel perfect. I decided to let my tears run lose. I didn't think that they would ever do that to me, really. And all for Dylan? All those years of friendship for nothing? I felt my angar starting to rage, but my sadness overcame it.

"Healy?" I knew that voice.