Playing Mr. Player

Chapter Seven

I turned around and looked at Brad. "Fine." I sighed. "Last shot, then you’re finished."

"What if she just comes up on me?" He asked. Damn. He really wanted this to work!

"Then you tell her no, and walk away. It's that easy." I put my arm around his shoulder and relaxed. "This day is taking forever."

"I hear you." He smiled up at me and kissed me before the bell rang a moment later. I slid off his leg and into my seat before Mr. Jenkins came in. He looked at me funny and I rolled my eyes.

"I really hypnotize him, don't I?" I scowled.

"Just don't lose it." Brad smiled.

"You're the jealous one." I smiled and laughed as he leaned closer to me, his lips against my temple.

"I don't know about that, you were getting pretty pissed with Tracy." He kissed me and Mr. Jenkins cleared his throat.

"Get a room." James leaned in to our 'talk.' "Or let me join." He grinned as I pushed him away.

"Ewe! Cooties!" I cracked up and leaned into Brad, trying to escape while brushing my arms off.

"Settle down, settle down." Mr. Jenkins stood up from behind his desk and began writing the instructions to our next essay on the white board.

"Do they ever just fuck off?" I pulled Brad by the hand to the back of the third floor of the library. This level was almost always deserted

"They'll deal." He checked over his shoulder to make sure there wasn't anyone following us. Turning back to face me, he put his hands on my hips and kissed me.

"If someone comes up here, we're dead." I said as I grinned up at him.

"Oh well." I slipped my hands into the back pockets of his pants. He leaned down and kissed me the way he had last week, holding me tight against him. He kissed my neck, running his fingers lightly down my back. My back arched, that tingling sensation running down my legs to between my legs.

"We need to stop." I pulled away from him. "I don't want to get caught." I smiled.

"You sure?" He asked.

"We'll pick up later, yeah?" I took his hand and pulled him to the stairs.

"So are you going to tell me what happened in the library, or are you just going to leave it at alone time?" Tasha stepped in front of me and stopped walking so I ran into her.

"Make out session. There - happy?" I walked past her. I turned to ask her if she needed a ride, but she was too busy watching Brad to notice me. What the hell?

I shook it off as nothing and walked over to him. "Are you ready to go?" I asked, coming up behind him.

"Yeah." He turned and took my hand, leading me to the main doors.

"No practice?" I asked.

"Nope." He shook his head and we walked to the car. He closed my door behind me and jumped in on his side. I watched him start the car and the now familiar tingling sensation spread though my body. I was still pushing back the sensation when we got out of the car. He walked over to my side and we started up to the house. Finally unable to stop myself, I reached out and took his hand, pulling him around to face me.

I smiled and he picked me up. Wrapping my arms around his neck I smiled down at him. I hooked my ankles behind him and received a kiss on the neck. He reached out behind me and opened one of the doors, kicking it closed once we'd made it inside. Once at the top of the stairs he turned into my room and laid me down onto my own feather bed. I bounced a bit on the mattress and smiled giddily up at him when he leaned down over me.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." He muttered before covering my lips. I put my arms around him and held him tight against me, not wanting to let go.

Before I had completely registered what was going on, I felt his hand run over my chest. I didn't pull away, I didn't move his hand. I let him go. Just do it.

He finally did it, unbuttoning my already low shirt. I helped him get it off and tossed it to the side of my bed. I reached up and started to undo his buttons and slip the blue and green tie off over his head. He moved lower and I felt his lips on my chest, kissing me softly.

Suddenly, I felt the fear creep up on me from behind. What if he really was playing me? Was all this fake? You can't just have sex one time and ditch someone. That is, unless you meet in a bar, have sex, and go home. It just can't work that way, right?

My other voice didn't have an answer to that question, but I guess it didn't matter anyway. He surprised me, moving his hand under my skirt, gently running over my underwear. Oh my god. How can someone feel all of this at once? Just because I wasn't a virgin didn't mean I didn't have feelings. Was this really the first time I'd felt something for my partner? How the hell is that possible?

The black uniform skirt found its way to the floor, as did Brad's uniform slacks. I looked up at him and smiled, letting him know that it was okay.

"She will not stop calling me." I groaned and rolled over, picking up my iPhone. "D'you mind?" I asked.

"Go for it." He pulled me back over to him as I slid the button across the scene to answer Tasha's phone call.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Where are you?" She countered.

"At home." I groaned. "Why?"

"You were supposed to meet me at Starbucks at five." She pouted. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"It's only four thirty, Tash!"

"Really, Gab? Really?" She was drumming her fingers on the phone.

"Holy shit!" I sat up, holding the bed sheet to my chest. "I am so sorry, I forgot!" I rubbed my eyes, thinking. "Why don't you come over here? That or I can meet you there in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes, Gabrielle Muhl." She was smiling now.

"See you in ten." I hung up my phone and turned back to my gorgeous Brad lying on my bed, staring up at me. "I was supposed to meet Tasha half an hour ago." I smiled.

"That's okay." He smiled. "I'll surprise you with...I don't know, something, when you get home." I laughed and hugged him.

"You’re amazing." I got up and pulled on a pair of jeans and a button down tight blue shirt. "Seriously." I smiled and grabbed my iPhone off the bed before jogging out the door.

"So what was so important?" I grumbled, glaring at Tasha from across the Starbucks table.

"Wait," She paused and leaned in closed to study my face. "Your lips are a bit swollen. Did I interrupt a make out session?"

"You can't tell anyone or I swear to god I will blow you brains out, but -"

"You slept with him, didn't you?" She crossed her arms and leaned back against her chair, not at all happy.

"Why are you so upset?" I asked. "I told you I had feelings for him -"

"You're supposed to be playing him, Gabrielle. You have to break up with him tomorrow."

"What?"

"That's right." She snapped. "You either ditch the guy, or you lose me."