Best Friends with the Player ✔️ (The Player #1)

Chapter Twenty Four-

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There comes a time in everyone's life that a few cryptic words keeps you up all night.

And by 'all night' I mean staying up past five in the morning and finally falling asleep once you hear your dad getting up for his morning run.

And what cryptic words, you may ask?

I'm going to do everything I can to stop you!

Those words.

Words said by the asswipe living next door right before he gave me an icepack to soothe the burning pain that he'd given me when he threw a flaming dodgeball at my shoulder.

Those were the words that had me restless enough that I tried every warm up exercise made to tire myself out.

I guess a contribution would also be the fact that I'd slept four hours before they came over.

But yep, without a doubt, those words were a main factor.

What did he mean by that?

Did he mean what I think he meant? Which meant...

No! No! Wake up Santana! I shook myself out of the direction my brain was heading towards. No! No! No! Jesse is most definitely not jealous! In fact, I'm ninety nine percent sure he has a dart board begin his door with your face on it! Ninety nine flipping percent!

I nodded at my conclusion. Yes! Jesse is not interested. Nope! Nada! Niet! Non!

Then why...

The sound of my dad's shuffling downstairs brings me out of my thoughts.

I get up immediately without any forethought.