Playing The Player (Discontinued)

Chapter Five

"You did what?" Abby yelled in my ear Saturday morning when I FINALLY grew the nerves to tell her about my 'date' with Asher.

"I accepted his invitation," I repeated.

"And you're just now telling me this because?" she pressed, seeming a little angry.

"I was scared to tell you!" I admitted and took a sip of the yummy, fresh lemonade I was drinking. We were walking along the beach, both of us dressed in khacki capris and t shirts.

"Why were you scared to tell me?" she asked. But before I could answer her, she stopped walking. I looked back at her, confused.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked her.

"You like him."

I blinked a couple times to see if I was hearing her correctly. "Abby, what are you talking about?"

"Dont play that whole innocent game with me!" she yelled. "You, my friend, like Asher James."

"I dont!" I said truthfully. The only reason I said yes was probably because of his amazing body. I just got hypnotized by the abs and muscles. That is all.

"Yes you do," Abby said. "C'mon, you know I can read you better than you can read yourself."

That was true. Abby could read me like an open book. It's one of the things that has kept our friendship alive for so long.

But unfortunately, she's wrong this time.

"Abby, trust me I dont like Asher," I said. "I'm just going on the date because of the bet."

Although, in all fairness, I wasnt even thinking about the bet when I accepted his invitation. The bet didnt cross my mind once.

We continued to walk, Abby continuing to think that I 'love' Asher. Whatever that means.

"Hey, Charlie!" I heard someone say. Abby and I turned around to find a cute mexican guy running to us. And then, I remembered him from the volleyball game.

"Mexico!" I said as he caught up to us.

"Mexico is your name?" Abby asked. "Wow, your parents must've really believed in 'embracing heritage'."

I popped Abby on the arm and she glared at me.

"His name isn't Mexico, dummy. It's Julio," I explained and she nodded.

"Glad you remembered," he told me.

Oh my GOD, Mexicans are so cute to me. Especially this one. With his big brown eyes, dark hair, and mexican skin, he is one of the cutest guys I've ever seen. Plus, his stud in his ear looks mighty good on him.

"So what's up?" I asked him calmly.

"Just wondering if you wanted to play volleyball again," he said. "I never did get my rematch." He smirked at me and I prevented smirking back.

"Sorry, but after the last game's incident, I dont really want to play volleyball again," I explained.

"What happened last time?" Abby asked me, confused.

Knowing she'd be disappointed that I didnt tell her sooner, I wasnt going to say anything. But Mexico told her anyways.

"Maria and Brooke poored ice cold water on her," he said.

Yea, thanks a lot Mexico.

"What?" Abby yelled, making a few people look our way. I sent them apologetic smiles and brought my attention back to Abby. "Who are they?"

"Just some supid cheerleaders, Abby. Nothing serious," I said, rolling my eyes to the clear blue sky.

She scoffed. "Just some cheerleaders my butt!" she said. "Are they here, Julio?"