Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 3.

Chapter 3

TAYLOR'S P. O. V.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"You're so mean."

"Why can't Blake drive you home?"

He rolled his eyes. "How many times are you going to ask that?"

Of course, I already knew. Him and Lauren went off on their little adventures inside the mall. Right now, I'm standing outside of my car, playing with the many bracelets on my wrists, talking to Zach. Apparently, his car has battery problems, so Blake drove him to school. Now though, Blake's gone with Lauren, so he needs a ride home.

"I live right behind your house. All you have to do is stop at your house and I could walk through your yard to get to my house."

"Don't you have the entire baseball team to ask?" I said, actually happy with myself for thinking of a clever solution. Apparently, not clever enough.

"I'd rather go with my best friend, but if I can't have him I want my baby girl." He says, smirking. "Don't." I mutter, immediately blushing. He knew how to get to me. Damn him. Angry at myself for blushing, I closed my eyes and leaned against my car, tilting my head back slightly. Deep breaths, Taylor.

Finally deciding to just let him ride with me, I opened my eyes. Zach was standing not even an inch away from me. My whole body tensed. I can't have him this close. This- No. I can't.

"How about this. Either let me ride with you, or you have to kiss me."

Where the hell is this coming from? He's asked me this before, but this was way back in freshman year. I had no choice but to look at his eyes. There's no doubt in my mind that he was actually hoping for that kiss. But no. I would never kiss him. Because then I might feel things that I'm not suppose to feel, especially towards the school's player.

I leaned in closer to him. I was so close that our lips were only half a centimeter away, and my heart is racing. His eyes fluttered closed, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of kissing me, never. "Get in the car." I whispered, then blew my minty breath in his face, and his eyes shot open. I pushed him away and walked around the car to the drivers seat to drive. His eyes were filled with utter shock.

Two could play at this game.

After regaining his composure, he stepped inside the car and sat down.

I pulled out of the parking lot, and turned the car to the left. Zach was staying quiet. I knew he would, because when I touched his lips yesterday, he stayed quiet too. He leaned towards the radio and turned it on, I guess trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

But then I realized what he was doing. He turned it on and leaned back with a satisfied look. It was even worse when Maroon 5, She Will Be Loved started playing. I didn't look at him, but from the corner of my eye I saw he was staring at me, watching my reaction. He wasn't even trying to hide it.

I internally groaned. Don't sing, Zach. Don't sing. Do not sing, I begged in my head. When Zach sings, it's like an angel. Someone who has such an ass personality was a great singer. I loved his voice, and he knew that. He once convinced me to give him my history notes because he sang to me. I don't think anyone really knows about it either. It's only me, Blake, and Lauren who are aware of his secret skill. I bet he's going to try to get me to kiss him, considering I completely dissed his lips.