Mr. Player

Chapter Two - He Shows Me to His House

Chapter Two - He Shows Me to His House

"Finally" I exclaimed when the wooden door that I'd been looking at for 20 minutes finally opened.

"Were you looking at me the whole time?" Tara asked in disgust and I almost choked on her stupidity.

"Yeah, I have the ability to look through doors." I retorted sarcastically, wondering how on earth we were related.

"Creep!" She stated, pushing past me and probably going to look at herself in the mirror again.

Once occupying the bathroom, I took this time to look in the mirror myself, something I only do once, just before I leave. I take note of the curling iron which is still on and hot due to my unreliable sister. So, I take advantage and curl my fringe slightly and the tips of my hair. That's the most effort I'd go to for my hair, I'm not the Girly type, nor am I the tomboy type. Just in the middle. I admire my brown eyes and brown curly yet wavy hair that I was fortunate to gain from my mother.

I completed my morning rituals before skipping down the stairs to have breakfast. I sipped while savouring my cup of English tea while biting into my buttered toast. When I had finished that it was time to head to school.

Through the whole car trip which should be my time, I had to listen to Tara's whole conversation with her best friend Mikaela, whom she would be seeing in the next few minutes. When she stepped out of the car Mikaela was right there to greet her so they just continued with their conversation.

After locking my car I met Bec and Lilly in the same spot I meet them each morning but this time they were more excited than I'd ever seen them in the morning.

"Tell us everything!" This was Bec's first words when I joined the two girls.

"Well I managed to finish my extension homework from history and I read my 50 pages of Lord of the Flies so I'm still on top of everything," I said, proud in my achievements.

They looked at me as if I were a complete fool.

"We mean about Luke!" They squealed in unison at his name.

"Nothing to tell," I simply stated, completely bored with the conversation.

"Alex, don't act like you hate it. You get to spend 2 whole terms with the guy that girls only ever get to spend one night with, it's a big deal!" Bec said implying that I were a complete moron.

"Bec, it's not a big deal," I told her honestly and began walking to homeroom just as the bell sounded.

Over the past almost 5 years that I have been attending this high school, I've done my best to stay out of other people's way, just so I'm not noticed. I stay out of the trouble makers way and they don't go any where near me. It's just we don't mix and we shouldn't, after all, I've never landed myself with a detention. So the world has ultimately betrayed me in partnering me up with the Bad Boy himself.

"What is a pretty girl like you doing walking to class alone?" A strong masculine voice said from behind me, speak of the devil.

He was so close that his hot breath hit my skin causing every hair on my back to stick up.

"Can I help you?" I asked, not even caring to look back.

"Does every word out of your mouth need to be impolite?" He asked me, now walking beside me.

I was slightly taken aback. When was I ever impolite? My whole body tensed in his presence. Just something about this boy made my jaw clench and my stomach churn.

"Is your aim in life to completely p-" I stopped myself because I wasn't sure if piss #ff was a swear word.

"To what? Something related to you?" He suggested with an amused smile.