Playing The Player

07 - The Party

A/N: Okay guys, really sorry for the super long delay! But I'd like to give a special thanks to those of you who are still reading. You guys rock!

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"You're roots are starting to grow back," Gia says, giving me a side long glance. Her hands clutched the steering wheel tightly and I suddenly realize how nervous she must be about the party; Scott, her ex that she was still very much into was throwing it.



"I know, I'll call Chloe this weekend and she can come with me to get my roots re-done. Are you nervous?"



Gia avoids my question. "Who's Chloe?"



"My brother's girlfriend. Let me repeat something; are you nervous?"



"What," she lets out a shaky laugh as she activates the turn signal, getting ready to turn onto Eames Street. "I don't have anything to be nervous about."



"If you say so." I grasp for something to say, anything. Maybe tell her about my plan of revenge I had in store for Scott? Or maybe just tell her not to be nervous, because Scott was lucky to have had her in the first place. I started to form a sentence in my head when we pulled up in Scott's drive way-party music booming from his large house.



"Lets go," Gia says, launching herself out of the car to avoid further questions, tugging her hand bag with her. "And try not to make a scene, Jess."



I laugh. "What? Me? Making a scene? Ha ha ha!" I was known throughout Malcom Hughs High to pick fights. Gia fixes me with a look.



"Fine. I'll be a good girl," I sigh. Gia, now pleased, continues off to the house. I follow.



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Three beers and about 19 songs later I drift apart from Gia and soon spot Scott in the crowd. Snatching a mint out of a near by bowl I saunter over to him.



"Hey."



"You made it!" He grins, his hair was wild and his bright eyes, large. Scott was drunk.




"Not even two hours into the party and you're stoned, hu?" I struggle to be heard over the music. I use this as an excuse to move closer.



"You look nice, Jessica," he says, his breath warm on my face. Something about the way he said my name-my real name-felt...nice. And wrong at the same time.



"Uh, it's Jess," I correct him, throwing a quick glance around to make sure Gia was no where around. By the way Scott was looking at me, I could guess things were about to get intense.



Scott runs a thin finger down my cheek, ending the motion with curling a strand of maroon-red hair around his finger. "I like Jessica."



Closing my eyes slightly I say, "I do too, when you say it."



The last thing I hear before he kisses me is his soft, charming chuckle.



The kissing quickly escalated into a make-out, and Scott was a great kisser to say the least. And then something horrible happens.



I realize I'm enjoying it.



Not terribly so, but I do like it. I was so focused on this thought I barely heard Scott whisper, "my room."



I jerk my head up. "I...what?"



Scott gives another chuckle and jerks his chin towards the stairs. To his room. Oh.


Uh-oh.



I was willing to kiss him, especially since it might have been a guilty pleasure, but sleep with him?



"Um, well, all that uh..."


"Kissing?" He suggests.


"Yes! All of that made me thirsty. Could you go get me a beer, please?" I bat my eye lashes in a flirty manner for extra effect.



"Sure thing," he takes a few steps before looking back and winking at me.


Taking a deep breath I sit down, he was distracted. For now.



"Hey, Jess!" A voice chirps. I jump.



"Gia!" I say, surprise lining my already shaky voice.



"Duh, we got separated in the crowd. Oh hey! Guess what?"



"What," I say dumbly.


"Bree Carver-that one girl from 7th grade who moved away-is back. I just saw her."


"Oh. Yay?" I look around, trying to look for a quick escape. Gia did not need to see me with Scott.


"Yes, yay. Jess, you're acting weird..." Gia takes my seat. "I haven't seen Scott at all yet though." She lets out a frustrated sigh.



"One beer, as requested," Scott says from behind. I turn and see his clueless, drunk grin.



"Scott!" Gia and I say in unison. Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit! I should've went up to a room with Scott, at least then I wouldn't been in this mess.



"Here, Jessica." Scott takes my hand gently, placing the cup of beer in my hand in an almost intimate fashion. He later adds, as an after thought, "oh, hi, Gia."



Gia arches her dark eyebrows. "Jessica?" She narrows her eyes at Scott's hand resting on my wrist as I held the cup. "What's going on?"



Panicking I blurt, "a party! Duh!"



Drunken Scott, lowering his mouth to my ear says, "she means us, silly." Loud enough for Gia to hear.



Gia's jaw drops. Crossing her arms over her chest she glares at me. "What's going on with 'us', hu, Jessica?"



I flinched at 'Jessica'-I didn't even let Gia call me that, it must have looked really bad to her seeing Scott of all people call me that.



I didn't answer, after a moment. Scott did; a very drunk Scott.



"We just made out," he giggles, if you could call it a giggle.



The tears that began to form in Gia's eyes made me wish these past few weeks, from my girlish transformation to this party, had never happened. And the tears that began to spew from her eyes and down her cheeks made me wish I had never been born.



"Fuck you, Jess Lewis. Or is it Jessica now?! I don't even know who you are anymore." Gia shoved her way through me and Scott.



"Gia, please," I whisper, knowing she couldn't hear me. I don't think I wanted her to hear me; in a way I wasn't sorry. I was pretty now; I had Scott now, at least until he moved onto his next conquest.



But Gia was still my best friend.



"Geez, what crawled up her ass?" Scott hisses. That's the last thing I hear before the current song fades out and a new song begins...



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A/N: Hey, I hope that chapter was super exciting and worth the wait.
I've been really busy lately so updates have been hard. BUT! I hope you all enjoyed and I shall update again as soon as I can.

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