Playing the Player

Chapter 3: Drama Night

Previously on Playing the Player

I woke up to a bunch of giggles, I realized it was from something beside me. After taking a closer look, I realized that 'it' was apparently a boy. I flipped him over to see his face. It was Cassler, the boy who visited me last night. That was exactly when I realized I was on grass. I looked around and saw my mailbox...I slept walked to my front yard again?

Cassler stirred next to me. I panicked and slapped his forehead and ran to my house. Now fully awake, he glared at me, while I ran, arms flailing into my room.

When I arrived at school, the doors were locked. That was when I realized that it was Saturday, meaning that I woke up early for no reason. I decided to cover up by going to the mall.

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As Kaitlyn drove me home, I thought about the events of last night, which was probably the most interesting night of my life. But my dream occupied my mind the most. Why did I dream about going out with him? Shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"So," Vanessa started. "Will you go to the homecoming dance next Friday?"
"Nope."I decided.

She swore under her breath. Hearing this, Kaitlyn stopped the car and started to smack her. Vanessa, undoubted failed at dodging each smack.

"WAIT!" Vanessa shouted out of nowhere.
Kaitlyn stopped in mass panic, making the tires screech. A couple looked at us quizzically. "What?" Kailtyn said, as she saw no threat.
"Its...its..." She pointed at the couple.
"Oh. My. Gosh." Kaitlyn said. I looked at the fuss. My jaw dropped.
The three of us suddenly shouted. "ITS RENETHY!" That, is when the couple looked at us, then at each other. I couldn't see their face, but I was smart enough to see that Timothy mouthed run to Renee.

Yes, I know most of you are confused. But Renethy is a ship name for Timothy and Renee. Vanessa and Kaitlyn sat beside them, because they have history with them....history class, not the...you get it. Every third period on a Monday, every sixth period on a tuesday, and second period on a Friday, they would take turns talking to me about them. Like how they would steal each others' phone in class. Timothy was the Third smartest person in our batch, right next to Kaitlyn. Our Valedictorian Riana likes him. Its very obvious, she would flirt with him, but he would shut her down and converse with Renee. Everytime that happened, I would recive a text from one of my friends.

History was very boring, the teacher dicussed in monotone, and he doesn't get mad. Ever. I've tried. I smiled creepily at him, and he just smiled back. That gave me nightmares for weeks. The teacher was a middleaged man who wore spectacles. He was one of those teachers that was so proper and had so much poise, you thought he was from England. But he did not give a damn about ANYTHING. They did anything they liked, he didn't do anything about it. He would just blankly stare at you....

The rest of the car ride was quite uneventful. It mostly consisted of arguing, which was practically normal at this point.

When I got home, I started the shower. I walked in and let the lukewarm water run down my skin.

I started singing I Lived by One Republic, it was my favorite song. I couldn't really say it in exact order and words, because I've just learned about this song.

"Hope when you take that jump, you won't feel the fall
Hope when the water rises, you build a wall
Hope when the crowd screams out, they're screaming your name
Hope if everybody runs, you do sustain