Playing The Player (Discontinued)

Chapter Three

"Well who do we have here?" Miracle asked. Asher and I were standing at my front door. She was completely ignoring the little fact that I'm soaking wet in icy cold water. Man, if I have frost bite, those girls are going to get it.

Oh, you think I'm going to fight them? Hell no. I'm not even sure I know how to fight. But my dad is the king of whoop ass.

"Hey to you too, Miracle," I told her. Asher just chuckled at my anger. "Is dad home?"

"No, and you better be glad he isnt," she said. "If he knew that you have a boyfriend, he'd--"

"Woah, Miracle," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "First off, he isnt my boyfriend. Second off, dad doesnt care." I scoffed. "He knows that I've had a ton of boyfriends."

Both Miracle and Asher gave me the same look that said, You stupid bastard. You're really not fooling anyone.

"Just let us in," I mumbled, embarrassed. Am I that bad of a liar?

"Sure!" Miracle, the flirt, said. Asher entered our not so huge house. It's two stories, but it's not an incredibly amazing house that rich people have. It's just a normal house.

"God, Charlie, why are you so wet?" Miracle asked.

Really? She's only noticing that now?

"God, I dunno Miracle," I said. "Maybe because some bastards at the beach thought it'd be so hilarious to drench me in icy cold water from a cooler."

"Did you punch them?" she asked.

"No!" I told her. She knows better than anyone that I dont believe in fighting. Hugs are much better than fights.

"You shouldve," she told me.

"That's what I said," Asher enthused, rolling his eyes at my patheticness. He and Miracle high fived each other, laughing at me.

"No!" I said about their friendship. Ok, (A) It'd be pretty awkward if Miracle became friends with the guy that I'm just playing for money. And (B) ......... well, there really is no B. I just wanted to sound badass.

Bad people tend to use the whole A and B thing.

I dragged Asher's arm into the living and told him to stay put. Then I went back over to Miracle and told her to not let him out of her sight.

"He could steal something," I explained to her. "He's not the best guy in the world, if you know what I'm saying."

"So you want me to keep an eye on a total cutie?" she asked for clarification. I sighed and nodded yes. "Well ok!" she said and went to the living room to keep Asher James some.... company (barf)

After taking a long, hot and steamy shower, I put on some red sweatpants and a black Everyday I'm Shuffling shirt. It has a picture of Charlie Brown in some red shades, shuffling to the Party Rock Anthem song. It's awesome.

Well, Charlie Brown is awesome, just because of the name. Ya know, since my name's Charlie Swan.

I let my wavy brown hair stay down since it's not completely dry yet. It's only wavy because I dont feel like flat ironing it or anything.

I skipped down the steps and went into the living room, seeing my sister on the floor beside Asher, who was also on the floor. His hand was on her leg and she was laughing harder than I've ever seen anyone laugh.

"Oh, no. No no no no no," I said, walking quickly over to them. He was not about to make one of his player moves on my idiot of a sister.

"Ok, Miracle. Keeping an eye on someone does not mean flirting with him," I told her like she was a toddler. Which, she kinda has a mindset of a toddler sometimes.