Mr. Player

Chapter Three - Motorcycles? Not My Thing

Chapter Three - Motorcycles? Not My Thing

You know those moments where you want to know the answer to something yet at the same time you don't. Well unlike many other people, I was up at 3am trying to stop Annabelle from further tears. As I was doing so a thought popped into my head.

Now this thought disturbed me. What if Luke had already taken Tara to the dark side, you know, made her another one of 'those girls'. There is no doubt Tara would be one to fall for his charms and good looks, things go further and suddenly, she's in his bed.

I hoped that she managed to get some common sense when she was born, some common sense to realise no one will ever be more than just a 'play' buddy to Mr. Player.

The thought alarmed me that I would be having to care for a baby with someone who had a heated night with my very own sister. But I didn't know for sure yet. Or if it did happen it would mean that it was in the past.

Atleast she's not the only dumb one to fall for him.

I was more than tired, my chewing movements were slow and almost incomplete. I sipped the last of my orange juice before preparing for the big walk. You may be asking yourself, Alex, why are you getting ready to walk to school when you have a car?

The answer is that when I was reversing out of Luke's driveway yesterday afternoon, my wheels and bumper scrapped the curb so now my car is in repairs. So it wouldn't be accurately correct to say that 4 hours was a night sleep. On top of Annabelle's constant crying and my early morning rise for my walk I would say my sleep was less than satisfactory.

The whole walk was non stop ear chewing. Tara complained the whole walk, if it wasn't that her human perspiration bothered her it was the weathers fault for the constant wind. The only time she shut up was when she got a text and my unintelligent sister could not multitask.

After meeting with Bec and Lilly just before homeroom I headed to my English class. I stepped in the classroom and as per usual I'm the first one in there but not today, today I could feel a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach.

"What are you doing in my seat?" I said through gritted teeth.

"You're cute when you're mad Al," he said with a sideways smile.

"I repeat, what are you doing in my seat?" I repeated. Now you may be thinking 'It's just a seat' but really it isn't, this seat is situated directly in the middle of the classroom, up the front. It is the seat where you dont get a draft from the left window, nor do you get a glare from the sun. This sight gives the perfect view of the board and easy access to the door.

"Does it have your name on it?" He teased with a huge grin.

"No," I replied, still fuming.

He laughed, "Then it's my seat."

I didn't realise that the whole class piled in as we discussed our seating but it was also extremely silent.

"Alexandra, take a seat." Mr. Plowman invited.

"I would sir but you see, he is in my seat," I responded with a slight hint of attitude.

The teacher was taken aback as he hadn't seen this side of me before. "Miss Binks, he has a name, and thank you Mr Brooks for finally joining us for the first time this term." I looked over at Luke who saluted the teacher.

Mr Plowman examined his role before speaking again. "And correct me if I'm wrong Luke but isn't Binks before Brooks on the roll. Brooks move." Just like that I resumed in my normal seat in the classroom. Trouble was, I was stuck next to Luke.