The Players Next Victim

Chapter Eleven

“What?!” It was way too early in the morning to be getting this type of news.

“No seriously, we're actually pretty close,” my dad told me calmly, as if what he's saying is normal.

“And why didn't you tell me yesterday?!” I demanded.

“You ran upstairs,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“So, do you guys like hang out or something?” I asked.

“Of course! We haven't seen each other in some time because of work – we're both busy men,” he paused, letting out a little chuckle before continuing. “We should invite the whole family to dinner soon!”

“NO!” I shouted.

“Why? They're a very good family.”

“Dad! You don't know him like I do,” I wailed, like a little kid.

“Maybe you're the one who doesn't know him,” my dad guessed, before getting up.

“Oh trust me, I know him well.”

“We'll talk about this later. Work is calling for me and I can't be late!”

I rolled my eyes. Of course he can't spend any longer with me and it's always his work to blame.

“Hopefully, I can come home a little earlier tonight,” he kissed my forehead before heading towards the front door.

My life is like a never ending series of a horror movie. My dad found out who Tyler's dad is, and guess what? They used to work together in some company years ago – way before Tyler came to our school – and they kept in touch but they haven't seen each other for a long time because of work.

This is just wonderful! Beautiful.

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“Ow!” I screamed at the hand who kept hitting me again and again.

“Sorry,” Olivia apologized. “But he keeps looking your way. It's just too cute!”

“No, he's not,” I said, turning around to see Tyler talking to a redhead senior.

“He was! He just doesn't want to make it obvious,” Olivia sighed. “I never expected him to be so romantic!”

“Romantic? Coming to my house when I'm beyond angry, doesn't make him romantic!”

“The only romantic things you've seen, is the stuff in movies and this is real life which means there's a different side to romance – real romance!”

“He's not romantic, he's pathetic!” I debated.

“Romantic.”

“Idiotic.”

“Sweet.”

“Jerk.”

“Hot.”

“Egoistic.”

“That's true.” Olivia finally admitted.

When the bell rang for third period, we made our way to our lockers which were close by to each other's.

“When's your next art lesson?” Olivia asked.

“Fifth period.”

“I can't wait!”

I raised my eyebrows. “Why?”

“I have more love stories to hear,” Olivia looked at me like I was stupid.

“Speaking about real love stories, lets concentrate on yours. Matt's making his way here – fix your hair.”

Olivia shrugged, not caring. “He's seen me worse.”