Drama Geek

Ch. 8

The rest of the weekend was spent avoiding Laurel's calls and beating myself up wracking my brain trying to figure out whom the guy was I got all hot and heavy with at the party.

Monday afterschool I'm still thinking about it while waiting outside the English department office.

I start to feel flushed just remembering it all, and heaven knows there was a heck of a lot to remember.

I'm leaning against the wall waiting for Mr. Valasko who apparently has forgotten our appointment to review my English assignment, so I'm trying to focus my attention on Melville's Captain Ahab and his white whale hunting while I wait. But, all I can think of is the party Saturday night and who my mystery guy is when Player leans against the wall next to me.

"The cantaloupes are looking lovely today," he says lifting a hand toward me as if he's going to grab a handful.

"Touch and die," I say smacking away his hand, "I am not in a mood to be messed with this afternoon."

My icy tone must have registered in his one-track mind. He pushes off the wall to stand in front of me with his hands up so I can see his palms.

"Hey just kidding Katie. I may be an asshat but I'm not a dick. There are rules. I never put my hands on a girl without a clear invitation. And I have plenty of invites believe me," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. His face is blank, not a hint of joking.

Could I possibly have hurt his feelings? Player has feelings?

"Wow. You're totally serious aren't you?" I say.

"Of course. Any guy that has to force himself on a girl, that's just..." He's actually pissed. I can't believe it. "There's not enough vile words I can think of for a dick move like that. It's just wrong. One hundred percent wrong. Always. You don't treat people like that, especially girls."

I snort a little, "I can't believe it. You are actually human underneath it all. Don't get me wrong, there's a crap-ton of obnoxious piled on top of it, but it is there."

Lightning quick his mood changes and that wolfish smile slides back in place as he puts a hand on the wall on each side of my head and leans in, "I'm a complex guy Katie. Care to find out what else is underneath?"

There is no stopping my ear-to-ear smile. He is just so...Player.

"You're positively incorrigible," my giggling can't be suppressed either.

He smiles wide and laughs along with me, "If that's one of your fancy vocabulary words that means you think I'm hot, I'll take it."

"Not even close. It means you can't be corrected, improved, or reformed."

Why am I still laughing and talking with this goofball? I cannot be turning into one of those girls who giggle at boys all the time for their attention like Cheerleader Barbie. If I do, just kill me now.