Mr. Player

Chapter Fourteen - Making Sense with Her

Chapter Fourteen - Making Sense with Her

At first his body tensed, not knowing how to react. I was in hysterics but I don't know if he understood why it was a bad thing for a person like me to fall for a guy like him. The last thing I wanted to do was offend him and he of all people deserved an explanation. Then his body wrapped itself around my small frame, comforting me as I cried.

Why was I crying? He probably thought I was filthy. I knew that I was a mess, tears, mucous and just my general scrunched face was off putting. But he actually let me cry on his shoulder when I just insulted him.

"My mum always taught me to hug a hormonal girl, I'd never had the chance to, or even wanted to until I met you." Why was he being so nice? His compliment (or so I took it) was an immediate cheer up.

Pulling away from him I looked up into his eyes, I knew he was confused, he had such boyish features yet so masculine. His eyes were worried and confused like a little boy but he was well kept in staying strong like a man.

"Why is it a bad thing?" He asked as if his whole life meaning was to know this answer.

"Because," I sighed, wiping away my tears with my sleeve, yeah I'm so attractive.

"Not that you would take this any further, probably seeing the state that I'm in now you are most likely, if fact I'm sure you are highly disgusted," I rambled.

"Nevertheless, I can't be another fangirl in the group loving Mr. Player, begging for one night of passion. I'm not like that but as I said before you wouldn't even want to lay a hand on me- waffling I know but I can't be 'one of those girls', I can't allow to do that to myself and falling for you will be the worst and probably the best thing." I admitted in utter shame.

"You've thought about having sex with me?" An obnoxious smirk arose on his face, somewhat lightening the mood.

"Please, don't trip on your testosterone." I replied, walking up to his motorcycle where we left our backpacks.

"Al," He said from behind me, his voice some what desperate. Spinning on my heel, I turned to face him the gorgeous boy that I was privileged to spend the day with.

"I don't want you to be afraid anymore, ever. So if that means me, keeping my distance then so be it." After repeating his words in my head I wanted to run up and kiss him.

So much for trying not to fall, hey.

I nodded at him, slightly hating myself for it. As much as I didn't want to fall for Brooks, in the back of my mind I knew it was inevitable. Sticking around him for hours on end would obviously send a person crazy yes, but madly in love with him. Something I needed to avoid. I knew hanging around him would make me fall, which would go against all my morals so maybe it was best to keep our distance.

"We just take shifts on looking after the baby, that's it. No extra meet ups, no more going to church together and no more sleepovers." His words seemed some what bitter, as though he hated me for giving up on him.

"You think I'm a man whore don't you?" He questioned as we made it through the thick forest after a long and excruciating silence. We were now standing on the road beside his bike.

"What?" I asked, not sure if I heard him correctly.

"You. Think. I'm. A. Man. Whore." His words, slow enough so I could understand.

"No," I said weakly, I knew it, I knew deep down I offended him.

Now he was raging. His movements, quick and sharp as he dug through his bag, collecting his sandwich. "Far out, don't be so polite Alex, it's making me sick. Just say it, I'm a whore. I've been with some many girls that I can't even remember the names to. I've done things you wouldn't even think we're possible. Just say it."

In the beginning, his words were fierce and full of fire but by the end he was slowly breaking down. It was like he was crying without tears. When he said 'Just say it' it was sort of exasperated, he was quieter, as though he were ashamed in himself. I knew that I had effected him because he called me Alex. Or maybe this is me, analyzing things way too much.

"I don't." I said quietly, not knowing how exactly to respond. I was never good in situations like this. Where a dominant figure showed signs of humanity or weakness, mostly in books or movies. Either way it's much harder to respond to in real life.

"Admit it, it will hurt a lot less if you do." I was hurting him? I stayed quiet, afraid to say the wrong thing which will make this big hole that I've dug, even deeper

"You've asked me it before. How many girls I've been with that week, or how many girls I'd kissed that week. I know that you're thinking it." Damn me and my curiosity.

"I just wish it wasn't like that. I wish I could change." He whispered but I made it apparent that I heard.

"And you can change, but only if that's how you want it to be." I told him, feeling like some sort of guru or an advice column in those magazines for helpless teenagers.

I still couldn't believe it. A month ago he didn't even know who I was. Now he was sitting on the curb of the road, eating his sandwich and telling me that he doesn't like the person he had become. This was a big deal to even be able to be in the presence with such well known perfection. I hated seeing Brooks like this, it wasn't that he was weak, no he was stronger than ever taking control of the person he wants to be.

Then he turned his head and his signature smirk appeared on his face with an eyebrow raised. "Unless you're jealous..." His words, piercing me.

He got up from pushing his own weight up and took a step towards me. I backed up until my back hit the truck of a tree. I stumbled a bit, trying to regain my balance. I stared him straight in the eyes and his eyes were playfully teasing me.

"You are aren't you?" He questioned, placing his fingers around my arm, using his thumb in a circular motion to massage my arm.

"Am what?" I gulped audibly, taking note of the obvious proximity.

He chuckled at my reaction, knowing he had this affect on me. "You're jealous of all those girls who have had a night with me." His words taunting me.

With my knees about to cave in, I knew that I had to keep it together. "You wish Brooks." I said, trying to push him away but was unsuccessful, he was too strong.

"It's okay if you do, I don't blame you." Did I even express how cocky and confident this egomaniac is?

"You wouldn't be the first." His voice, barely a whisper but it sent shivers up and down my spine.

"In your dreams," I tried to reply, equally as confident.

"Oh it is." He said with a incredibly handsome smolder.

I tried to hide the fluster I was currently experiencing but he saw right through me. The pulse of my heart was evidently sky rocketing and I couldn't exactly explain the feeling in the pit of my stomach. Probably best described as butterflies from nerves but also the hidden fact that I was turned on.

"You are nervous aren't you?" He asked, his soft hand touching my skin causing me to tremble in his presence.

"N-No." I stuttered, so much for trying to sound somewhat confident.

"Oh, but you are," His breath, tickling my skin. He was just teasing. He knew it but then I looked at his chest which was rising and falling at a rapid pace. I closed my eyes and I tried to listen intensely until I heard it. His heart beat, it was fast as though he had just run a marathon.

'Flirt with him' I remembered Bec's words when I dangerously asked for advice on my situation with Luke. So I decided to do what he does best, I took the upper hand just to see what his reaction was. I've seen Tara do it hundreds of time, if I had a little practice I could be a natural.

Copying her actions I placed my finger on the edge of his left shoulder, slowly I trailed my finger across his collar bone. He moaned at my touch. He actually moaned. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and leaned in slightly. Did I, Alex Binks have that effect on Brooks?

With one hand firm on his chest I pushed him away with a smirk on my face. For my last touch I whispered in his ear. "Better luck next time." I made sure my breath lingered on his ear, he was weak. I made him that way. I walked past him and smiled to myself. It actually took so much confidence to do that, additionally my own heart beat was racing, literally at any moment I was going to go into cardiac arrest.

"We should get going," I said in a complete fluster but I had to not face him so I could hide it.

Luke cleared his throat. "U-Ugh S-Sure." He stuttered in a complete daze that I placed him in. Mr Player was actually stuttering because of my touch, my effect. I was gobsmacked.

I watched as he shook his head, composed himself and walked towards the bike. I turned around, adjusting my shirt and skirt. I felt a cool wind on the back of my neck and I felt a weird presence. "Boo," a deep looming voice said from behind me and I squealed. It was ear piercing as I held my jaw from chattering.

He giggled from beside me and I punched his arm forcefully. "I told you I could make you scream." He said with a firm smirk etched on his face.

"Just get on the bike Brooks." I told him, trying to steady my heart rate from the shock.

"Fiesty, it's hot." He said like a complete boy. He's called me pretty, he's called me hot and sexy and now beautiful. What was this boy doing to me?

I was now well used to these motor cycle rides. My hands firmly on the hem of his shirt as I hugged his waist. He was so warm. I felt a certain hardness as I touched his stomach, I knew he was fit, I saw that he was fit but touching it, it made me want him. I'd never felt desire before, ever with a boy. His words made me shudder and his body made me lick my lips.

When we arrived at school there was still a few hours that we needed to kill. There was a considerable amount of things I could do in this time like sneak off into the library and finish off some homework, or study.

"You know, there is something else we could do to kill this time." Face palm because I had actually said my previous thought aloud. Then I registered Brooks' words, he was stretching a point across.

I sighed and then smiled, "Pass." I said in a bored tone and he pretended that my words cut him deep. Placing a hand to his heart he turned all theatrical on me.

"Your words like poison, they kill me." He pouted before returning the giggle that I sent him.

"So I was thinking that I would go to the library, what are you going to do?" I asked him, readjusting my backpack on my shoulders.

"Hm," He mumbled in attempt to think of something. "I guess this is where we have to go our separate ways, you know so I don't make you fall in love with me." I could hear the smile in his voice, just knowing that the smirk was plastered there without me having to look.

"Shut up, I never said the L-word." I retaliated.

"Oh the L-word, being love right? I told you not to be scared anymore." I was no looking at him and he was frowning, his eyebrows knitted together.

"What ever Brooks." I murmured, heading to the direction of the library block.

"Hey!" He called out causing me to stop on my heels, spinning around to face him.

"You never did tell me how your lunch date with Colton went." His words so bitter saying Colt's name, it made me cringe.

"Well, for starters it was not a date," My voice firm so the message came across, he smiled instantly upon hearing them. "And secondly, it was horrible." I finished off.

"Good." He cooed with an actual smile not a smirk.

"Good." I said back not knowing exactly how to respond.

"Have a good time studying" He said, stashing his hands into his pockets and walking towards his vehicle.

"You have a good time too, probably getting yourself into jail" I shuddered at my own words. I didn't want to encourage Brooks to go to jail, actually the thought made me sick. I wanted to apologize automatically but then his response made my stomach wrench.

"I wont be doing that again."

He rode off and I decided to get back to walking to the library with Brooks' words formed inside my brain like a tumor. Again. Again meaning that he's been to jail before. Meaning that he has a record. I shouldn't be as worried as I am and I shouldn't care as much as I do but I couldn't help it.

I was concerned about Brooks.