Playing The Player (Discontinued)

Chapter Four

School went by normally: The teachers putting way more homework on us than we can bare, the popular kids acting like they're too cool to do the work, and the teachers getting so frustrated that they yell at everyone, just because of the popular kids' bad behavior.

Oh, and I've had quite a few encounters with Maria and her friend Brooke. And I'm regretting even getting to know them because, honestly, they're complete bastards.

Now it's Friday. The day everyone loves because it means that it's two whole days, without school, coming up.

I walked into the lunch room in my newest outfit: black skinny jeans, a white spaghetti strap shirt, and brown combat boots. I wasnt really loving the whole leather look, but this look still screams sexy.

After getting my tray with Abby by my side, we went over to Asher's table, something we've done since the bet was made.

Instead of being the douche he is and ignoring me like the past times, he was the first to say hey to me.

"Hey," I replied with a bright smile. He turned to his friends, who I've come to get acquainted with this week.

His friend, Zac, is a tall, fit, good looking guy with goregous hazel eyes and black hair. He's the most mysterious out of the bunch and, if I'm not mistaking, he's probably even worst than Asher. Ya know, if that's possible.

Dylan is a cute, funny guy who is the most talkative out of the group. But not the annoying kind of talkative. It's cute when he does it and he seems to always make me laugh. He has mesmerizing green eyes and dark brown hair, kind of like Asher's hair.

Speaking of Asher, I knocked on his forehead since he was talking to Zac and Dylan and he turned to me with a questioning look.

"Alright, crazy weirdo," he said, sighing. "What is it this time?"

Rolling my eyes, I pouted. "Crazy weirdo?" I asked him, confused by the name.

"Yea! All of a sudden, you start coming to this table at lunch everyday. And you're constantly whispering in my ear like you wanna get in my pants. Which, now that I think about it, isnt your fault. I do have that kind of charm on women."

I held out my hand, signaling for him to shut the heck up before I dump my full milk carton on his private business.

"Ok, why are you always so cocky?" I asked him. "And you really should stop it because all of that stuff you said is wrong."

He raised his eyebrows. "Wrong, you say?" he asked me. "Really?"

Ok, maybe not all of it.

I was always coming to his table at lunch now, all of a sudden. And I did whisper in his ear quite frequently. But it's not because I wanna get in his pants. It's because of this bet I'm beginning to regret making because it sure as hell is hard.

"Anyways," I said. "We have to do the science fair project. So your house or mine?"

He laughed. "God, you shouldnt have asked that question talking about a science project," he said. "How about you rewind and ask the question again, but not talking about a science project."

I blinked. Is this guy serious.

Zac patted Asher on his back, chuckling. "Wow, Asher. Give the girl a break away from the sex jokes." I nodded my head in agreement and mentally added Zac to my list of people I dont hate. Zac turned his eyes to me and said, "You know she's a daddy's girl. She's not use to these type of comments."

I started grinding my teeth, something I dont usually do. But that comment was inappropiate and really did piss me off.

Anything nice I've ever said about Zac? I take it back.