The Love Game

Chapter One: Oh No

Courtney 

I swung my tribal patterned backpack over my shoulder while pushing the passenger door shut with my foot. Caleb, my twin brother, soon emerged from the driver's side.

Caleb was my partner in crime. My other half. We went together like peanut butter and jelly. No one could ruin this bond we had. We were practically inseparable.

Caleb and I had a close resemblance. Though Caleb was much taller than I was we were both slim with pitch black hair and bright blue eyes. My hair ran over my shoulders and was almost always curled. Calebs was short and spiked up slightly at the front. Our skin, as Caleb liked to say, resembled death with its ghostly white complexion. It was very obvious that we were twins.

"Hey, Court, don't take forever and a day getting to my car after school. Okay?" Caleb said as he walked over to the other side of the car to walk with me into the school.

"Maybe, maybe not." I smiled at Caleb. We teased each other a lot. It was our way. Me calling him 'fatass' was just another way to say 'I love your guts'. "Only if you pay me though."

"Get out of here." Caleb pushed my shoulder lightly as we headed to the front doors of the school. We soon had to stop as a group of girls caught sight of my brother. They were obsessed with him. His good looks, charming personality, and not to mention the fact that he is a swimmer on top of it. Girls came to him like a fly to the insect zapper lamps.

"I'm heading on without you." I push past the girls and pulled my backpack back onto my shoulder.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do? There isn't enough of me to go around." Caleb asked all the girls around him causing me to shake my head at him. He was one of the biggest players I have ever met.

Caleb knew how bad of a player he was. There was even a time I pointed out how much of a male slut he was which he just responded with, "I am not a male slut! I just love, love. I have way too much love to keep to myself so I share it with everyone around me. Duh, silly." He wasn't hurt in the slightest. We all knew he was a player. He has never even tried to hide it. In fact he embraces it. I just not to mind but that little voice that nags me in the back of my head says otherwise.

I push open the glass doors to enter my school and was hit by a gust of warm air. I shove past everyone to reach my locker. Groups of people stood in the hallway chatting amongst themselves making it hell to get through. You had to shove through groups, go around group, walk slowly behind groups. They just made a task as simple as walking harder than it needed to be.

Once I reached my locker I saw someone I had never seen before. They were at the locker next to mine trying out their combo to what seemed like no success. They really stood out amongst the other students. She must be new because there is no way I wouldn't have seen her before.

She was goth. There was no other way to put it. Her skin looked like it had never seen the sun and her eyes had a thick ring of black. Her hair along with her clothes were the same dark color. She had on a big boots with ripped fishnet tights. Her arms had on similar ripped material as her legs. This girl was going to have no friends. I could just tell.

I walked up beside her and swung the dial to open my locker. I placed my backpack inside. I began to rummage through the bag to grab the needed books for my next class. I heard the opening and closing of the locker beside me telling me that the girl had done what she wanted to do and has probably vanished by now. I pulled out the necessary books and closed my locker but, before I could turn around though, someone grabbed ahold of my shoulder.

I was never a popular child. I wasn't a fan of many people and really got bullied throughout my life. People would shove me and push me around and it never made me want to put myself out there and be social. My brother being as protective as he is and my new step father being filthy rich people have really started to leave me alone. Sometimes though, they still liked to harass me.

I let my defense skills kick in when the hand made contact. I dropped my things, spun around, and shoved the person into the locker beside me. My arm pressed against their neck.

"Oh wowsers, Court, those defense classes Step Pop is paying for are really paying off," Caleb said which caused me to drop my arm from his neck. I knelt down to pick my things off the floor while shooting him the evil eye. Making me drop my things just because he didn't want to give me a heads up before grabbing onto me.

"Shut up, Caleb. SD said that they would be helpful so I just went with it. I needed something to do after school anyway. All I do is lay around while you swim and have a life." SD was what I called my step dad. It was, of course, just a shorting of his name. Caleb always thought it was funny for a odd reason.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours."

"Yeah whatever. Now, onto the reason I am actually here for. I kinda have swim practice after school today and forgot to tell you. I won't be able to take you home after school. Can you get a ride from someone else? If not I'll get one of my friends to take you and I'll make sure you hate them."

"I'll get my own ride!" I yelled as Caleb walked away. I would have thrown my hands in the air but the items in my hands caused me not to. I thought back to the last time Caleb picked who got to drive me home. It was one of his cocky friends who just rambled on about I must feel so lucky to drive home with him. He even said that I could run my hand through his mess of curly hair and stare into his bright blue eyes. He was a total douchebag.

The bell rang which was an annoying little tune that made everyone want to stab pins in their ears which made me head toward one of the many classes I dreaded. Math. God did I hate math. The class was in the same hall as my locker making me get there within moments. I took my seat and pulled out my sketchbook and started to draw as more kids filled in.

It wasn't long after my pencil hit the paper the a hand was stuck in front of my face. I looked up to see a mess of curly hair and bright blue eyes. A smile plastered on his douchebag of a face.

""Hey my name is Ace Ross. I'm funny, fanatically stable, and I have a very interesting DNA structure."

I held back a groan. The only thought that would cross my mind is, oh no. 

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Chapter one is done! Re-written more like. I had this posted on a different account but thought it fit better on this one so here it is! Woo! 

So vote if you like it, and don't if you don't. That's all. Peace earth people.

 By the way, if you wanna know what Courtney looks like, she looks like this lass here.