The Player Vs. The Player

A Different Side of the Player

A Different Side of the Player

Oh my Fucking God.

I stood there my eyes widen of astonishment. Then this flash of anger was starting to take over me, I don’t know if it’s through jealousy of Layla and Cal or the anger of my over protectiveness towards Layla.

What the hell is that matter with her? Isn’t this the guy who cheated on her, the guy she hated? I was trying to be a good friend, something I would do for Ella, my best friend in middle school. Layla just reminds me so much of her and I need to realize she isn’t her. I couldn’t understand anything right now, because I was slightly hurt for no particular reason.

I honestly thought Cal wanted me. I wanted him to want me even though I didn’t want him back.

My frustration grew as I watched them stick their tongues in each other’s mouth. I ignored Collin’s constant calling and the people telling me to get out of their way and just stood their staring at them like a complete idiot. That’s when I saw Cal, his eyes were opened and he was looking at while he was kissing her. And I swear while he kissed her, he was smirking at me.  

That’s when I knew he was doing this on purpose. He did it to anger me. He wanted to see me frustrated in some way and he knew I would get frustrated seeing them make out. I don’t know why he’s doing this. I don’t care.

I know I wanted to scream at Layla right now. I wanted to tell her to go out with Cal and when he breaks her heart, I would tell her ever come crawling back to me.

Layla started pulling away from him and her eyes went to me. She looked at me sheepishly.

I didn’t care if she was embarrassed from her action. I wanted to annoy her like she annoyed me. My eyes flickered to Cal and he looked at me with curiosity, wondering what my reaction would be.

Well, I’ll tell you my reaction. I turned to face Collin, and he was looking at me worriedly. I took him by the collar and pulled him towards me. When I kissed him, he just stood there, not doing anything. It kind of pissed me off so I kissed him harder.

Then he finally kissed me back. His lips were soft against mine, moving together, as if we’ve done it at thousand times. His arms moved to my waist and I felt my arms encircled around his neck, trying to deepen the kiss. Then he kissed me harder and rougher as if there was thing longing and hunger to it.

I forgot the main reason why kissed him, which was infuriate Layla. Everything that frustrated and angered me dissolved as I kissed him. I could hear Layla’s voice and Cal’s, but I ignored them. I ignored the gasp and cheering in crowd. I ignored the loud music that bothered me, as I step into the party. I ignored everything, but Collin.

Then something snapped in my head: realization. The only reason I kissed him was to anger Layla, not because I meant to. I wanted to kiss him earlier, but now that wasn’t the reason. I used him; I used to piss Layla off. I abruptly pulled away from him, as if that kiss was it mistake.

It was.

Collin looked with a perplexed expression in his face. “Brooke, “he said trying to reach out to me.

I took a step back away from his touch, trying to ignore his gaze. “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry,” I said quietly. I wanted to scream to him that I meant it, but I can’t.

Layla would freak.

He shook his head furiously. “Brooke, I know you meant that. You wanted to kiss me, like I wanted to kiss you. You meant it, I know you did,” he said his blue eyes fixed to me.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Layla interrupted me. “Brook,” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe you. I told you, you weren’t supposed to be with my brother. You can’t be with my brother.” She looked at Collin. “Brooke doesn’t want you, Collin. She just felt bad.”