Players Life

Chapter 14: Creep AF

Kat POV

I spread my legs out on the white expensive couch that is in my huge living room and rest my head on Ingrid's shoulder.

She lets out an annoyed groan and shifts under my weight, making it even more comfortable for me, even though her shoulder bone is bothering.

She nimbly picks a strawberry by its tail out of the white ceramic bowl sitting in her lap, and takes a bite out of it.

"Gimme," I mumble, and Ingrid hands me a fresh strawberry.

Ingrid and I had done our homework for the day, and were now lazily lounging about, gossiping about this and that and by that I mean the fact that Ash wasn't having the sort of 'affair' we were expecting.

I just couldn't believe it! I had always thought the reason he arrived later than me, looking so flustered and almost guilty, was because he was hooking up with some dude, not a goddamn almost-teacher!

I think deep down I kind of hoped there was a dude in his life. I mean, being a player was supposed to be my thing! I guess subconsciously I was trying to find excuses that it was, and that Ash was nothing but some poser.

In all truthfulness, I couldn't care less about what random chick Ash was doing. He was hot for teacher? Then so be it.

Ingrid turns on the massive flat screen TV that is hoisted up on the wall, and the quick noise interrupts me from my thoughts.

Last night's episode of our favourite tv show, Hello Hollywood , is on rerun, and I feel a smil3 coming onto both of our faces, since we both missed it yesterday.

"Thank god for next day showings," Ingrid jokes and puts her hands together as if in a prayer.

"This calls for celebration!" I giggle and hop off the couch, making my way over the the huge 'mini' bar. I grab 2 crystal champagne flutes, and I'm about to reach for an unopened bottle of some deluxe champagne, before Ingrid groans.

"I don't think more alcohol is good for a hangover," She mutters to me from the couch.

"Fine, you're right. We can compromise." I agree, and open up the stainless silver fridge, pulling out a tall bottle of cold lemonade.

Holding the bottle by its cold neck, I plonk down onto the couch, right next to Ingrid, and hand her a champagne flute.

She lets out a mocking laugh, "Fancy, now are we?" She teases.

"You bet!" I chortle back, wiggling my eyebrows as I pour some of the bubbly sweet liquid into her glass.

We bunch in together on the couch, stretching out legs over each other, resting our heads on each others shoulders.

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After a few hours, by the time almost the whole lemonade bottle is empty and the episode is over, Ingrid and I binge watch too many chick flicks to count but we suddenly get interrupted by the slight click of the glass floor to ceiling doors unlocking.

Our heads abruptly turn to see Ash standing in the door way, his stupid smirk plastered on his face.

"Hey Ingrid. Hello my stupid sister." He 'greeted', his eyes shifting between us. Creepo.

Ingrid lets out a small laugh, and I slap her on the arm. "Hey Ash, how are those extra credit lessons going?" I return his smirk straight at him.

His expression stays stoic for a few seconds, and then slowly his mouth flutters open into a laugh.

"You really oughta learn how to run more quietly," He says in response, his confident demeanour not faltering.

"Huh?" Ingrid asks, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.