Mr. Player

Chapter Eleven - I'm Angry and He Compliments Me

Chapter Eleven - I'm Angry and He Compliments Me

Luke's P.O.V:

Snap. Out. Of. It. Those 4 words repeated in my head but that wasn't the only thing stuck in my head. I hit my head on my hard mattress, I've been doing this of the past 10 minutes, non stop. My neck started to ache but I wasn't stopping until the message got across.

I threw the soccer ball back into the air, catching it in my fingertips. She's still not gone. I flipped over and scrolled through the usual facebook timeline. Desperate chicks who let boys walk all over them posted statuses, guaranteeing any guy reading it a 'good night out.' Normally I would message that sleazy girl, even to get my mind off things but I couldn't.

I didn't want to be thinking about her. This isn't me. I don't think about girls. I mean I think about girls but I don't think about one individual girl, repetitively. I shouldn't remember the girls name let alone remember her soft brown eyes, but I do. She consumed my thoughts and it scared me a little. I can't be right in the head.

It happened ever since, I helped her get home when she was drunk. I had to smile because she actually got drunk. Either way, when she asked me to stay with her I felt a sigh of relief because deep down I wanted to stay. But why? She is a nerd that used to be invisible to me not even a month ago.

I've read about this, all the cheesy romance novels we had to read in English class has given me an understanding but I can't help but question, am I experiencing it? Girls rave about how the boy won't get out of their mind, how they get butterflies when they speak to him. For a guy like me I just get one vibe from hot girls; sexual attraction.

But not with Al, well I do get the vibe of sexual attraction but I get more as well, I experience a whole other feeling. I get nervous around her sometimes. Me? Mr Confident, but yes I get nervous around her. It's more than desire or lust with her. I feel like a little six year old boy who likes the girl down the street, who gives her flowers and since he can't understand his own emotions he ends up punching her with excitement. Did I just refer to Al as 'liking' her?

Now I'm definitely fucked up. This is why I haven't gone to school for a whole week. Some say I'm a truant but I'm just avoiding her. I thought this way, if I didn't see her all these foreign feelings would go away. But no, she has invaded the most private thing that I own. (No, it isn't my genitals considering they aren't private to half the girls at school)

My mind.

Monday came and I decided to give up. At this rate, she would never escape it so I may as well get an education. Wow, I really mustn't be myself if I just said I should get an education or the fact that I said mustn't. I need to keep it together.

I put my uniform on, not bothering to tuck in my shirt which wasn't even ironed. I tied my tie loosely so it hung around my neck from beneath my collar. Instead of wearing my blazer for 'school regulation' I wore my leather jacket.

Not even bothering to have breakfast let alone say goodbye to my- spoke too soon. "Good bye Luke," her disappointed voice said from behind me.

I spun around and put on the most innocent smile I could pull. "Mum, I thought you were still sleeping." I lied.

"Are you going to give me a hug?" She asked expectingly.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mum, she's been nothing but a rock for me. Shes gone through a lot and I'm just being a selfish son. So I enveloped my mum in a hug, kissing her on the cheek I walked outside and hopped on my bike. I was already late for first period and I considered skipping all together but then I remembered it was English. Al was there.

I drove as fast as I could, being in the speed limit of course, I wasn't risking being pulled down to the police station again. There was only 10 minutes left to the period when I arrived and the normal Luke wouldn't have bothered showing up but if you haven't noticed, I'm not the normal Luke anymore.

She sat there as I leaned into the doorway. Petite and happy as always, she liked English but preferred history. I decided to take my seat just in case anyone caught me staring at Al. Her head snapped and she smiled instantly when she saw me, then happiness changed to concern.

"Are you feeling better?" She whispered to me as I got out my book.

I was about to open my mouth to reply but the teacher interjected before I got the chance. "Glad to see you've joined us Mr. Brooks, now if you wouldn't mind beginning on the work. In Silence!" He said, emphasizing the words 'In silence' and I got her message quite clearly.

I sighed and pretended to work when in actual fact I was just looking at the girl beside me. She caught me a few times and asked me 'What?' while blushing but I just shook my head and smiled to myself.

What a douche.

"You look better, do you feel it?" She asked the moment we left the classroom.

"What?" I asked, enjoying her concern, she looked so cute.

"Well you were gone for a whole week so I assumed you were sick," she informed me and I laughed.

"Oh no, I just didn't feel like going to school." Relatively quickly all the concern drained out of her body which was replaced with anger.

"YOU JERK!" She began to shout but then she noticed the amount of people staring so she lowered her voice to verbally abuse me. May I say, her voice low and bitter was turning me on.

"How dare you? I've been worried a whole week about you, thinking that you had influenza." She began and I had to interject.

"Aw Al, you think about me." I got the reaction I was looking for, heat seared through her body.

She continued, "When in actual fact you've been lazing out on your fat ass because you didn't feel like coming to school. I've been slaving for a whole week looking after the baby. Relentless, sleepless nights." I had to interrupt, I couldn't help myself.

"You still look good without your beauty sleep." It was a mix between being a smart ass and actually complimenting her.

She raged, I was waiting for steam to burst through her ears any minute now. "Then you just waltz in here, thinking you're the king. You compliment me when I'm obviously mad at you. You didn't even have the common courtesy to call me or to text me saying that you weren't coming for an entire week." Now I was going to be a smart ass.

"Now Al, that's your fault. I've already asked you for your number on several occasions but you wouldn't give it to me." I said, a smirk appearing on my face as I did so.

She mumbled, "Shut up" and she pushed me out of her way. She looked really hot when she was angry.