The Player's Game

Entry 1

A/N: Why am I even trying to continue this? I can't remember the plot for this and I'm not sure if peole are gonna read this. Oh well! Someone voted for it so I'm going to continue this journey of writing this story.ni hope it ends well. Stick with me guys. :D

Btw, English is NOT my first language so forgive me for my mistakes.

Also I haven't written something for so long. Forgive me.

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Entry 1

"Here's your hot white chocolate mocha, Ma'am Alice." Chard, the barista, said as he placed my coffee on the table beside my laptop where I could easily get it.

"Thank you." I answered, without taking my eyes off my laptop.

I was busy with the current chapter of my story, Playful Kiss. It was the moment of truth for the story. The hero of the story would finally realize his love for the heroine and try his best to catch up to the heroine at the airport to stop her from leaving.

After a few minutes, I held my mug of cappuccino in my hand and took a sip while reading the last part of the chapter.

This will do. This is perfect.

I clicked 'save', completely satisfied with what I just wrote then savored the taste of coffee in my mouth. This was my second coffee already, the first being Mocha Frappuccino. I drank the frappe while  I was  writing a one shot entitled 'Friction'. I can't help it, I'm a major coffee person. I can't function in the morning without coffee and I can't not drink coffee here at 'Coffee Blend'

I closed the story and opened up the Videos folder to watch The Walking Dead. My friends talked me into watching it and now I'm hooked. I downloaded all the season and I'm currently watching Season 3. I really like Glenn, the Korean guy. I just find him really cute. I don't want him to die yet. I plugged in my earphones in my laptop and wore it in my ears.

I was halfway through the episode that I was watching when someone sat in front of me. I pulled off my earphones and looked at Trixie, my bestfriend. I gave her a smile. Her naturally blonde hair was in a messy bun. She wore black shorts, a white muscle tee with a caption 'I woke up like this' and a gray cardigan. She wore black ankle boots and very minimal makeup.

"Hey Death." She greeted me with a grin which caused me to roll my eyes at her.

"We agreed that you won't call me 'death' anymore. It creeps out other people." I reminded her.

"And we agreed that you'll stop wearing an all black outfit anymore" She retorted back, eyeing my outfit.

I was wearing a gray crop top with a grumpy cat face and the word 'meow' as a print, black ripped skinny jeans but the rip is only at the knee and black keds.

"What? I'm not wearing black. This is gray." I answered, motioning to my crop top, while grinning thinking that I proved my point. I'm not wearing an all black outfit. I'm wearing something gray.

It was her turn to roll her eyes.

"Gray is black. It's just a bit lighter than black but it's still black." She answered.

"At least it's not completely black. Be happy for me." I muttered to myself as I sulked.

She gave me a bright smile knowing that she won our argument about my choice of clothes. I just shook my head and sighed. Why can't she leave my clothes alone. It's not like I tell her to not wear her colors.

"So, why are you here?" I asked as I closed my laptop without shutting it down.

"Can't I visit my own cafe and sit with my bestfriend?" She asked innocently.

Trixie was the owner of 'Coffee Blend' despite being a college student. It was a high school graduation gift from her parents. It was a thing in their family. Her older sister got a restaurant as a graduation gift, her older brother got a bar and she's got a coffee place.

I smiled at her then shook my head when I saw the mischief in her blue eyes.

"Tell me the truth. You were supposed to go on a date with Tyler." I answered.

"Fine. I ditched Tyler. He was being an ass and full of libido." She started explaining. "And it's not even night time! God! It's two in the afternoon and he wants to get in my pants then got pissed when I told him about the 5 date rule that I had. He even placed his hands between my thighs towards my, well, you know, since we were sitting next to each other thinking that I would get horny and allow him to fuck me."

"Go on." I nodded, motioning her to go on. I looked by the counter and Chard noticed. I pointed to Trixie then nodded and winking at our direction. It was already protocol that they would served hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows for Trixie.

"And then he started about ranting about waiting for too long because he wasted, take note of the word wasted." She gave emphasis on the word 'wasted' as she continued to talk, "Wasted a week to win me over and when he finally won me over, I drop the 5 date rule on him while looking all 'provocative' and shit. What the hell is provocative about that I'm wearing?!"

Before I could answer her rhetorical question, she went on.

"So want to know what I did?" she asked and I nodded. "When my order of spaghetti came, I dumped it on his head as well as my smoothie."

I grinned at what she did and she stopped ranting. She exhaled and grinned as well.

"Well, he was a prick and an asshole so he deserved that."

Chard went near our table and gave Trixie the hot chocolate which she said thanks to.

"But that's not what I'm supposed to tell you." She spoke as she held the mug between her hands, probably warming up her hands. The mischief was back in her eyes.

"What?" I asked as I sipped on my cappuccino.

"Well, Vinny invited us to his party tomorrow night." She started.

"He invited you. Not me." I interjected. I mean, why would he. I'm nobody. And Trixie is popular.

"When I'm invited to a party, you're invited too. Or else I won't go." she answered and continued. "So, we're going. End of discussion."

I opened my mouth to speak.

"And Mia and Jenni is coming as well so you have no choice. They're coming here to meet us so we could buy our outfits." she gave me her evil smile.

My shoulders slumped, knowing that I can't worm my way out of the party. I don't like parties. I'm done with that. I also don't like drinking alcohol since it has a different effect on me.

I don't want to go.

I really don't want to go.

A/N: Thank you for the people who reads this. Please vote or comment so that I could know if I'll continue this and so that I would know that someone's reading this.

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