Playing The player

Chapter 1

  I checked my phone for what seemed to be the millionth time in 10 minutes, annoyed. My twin sister Nina was supposed to be here half an hour ago. I had generously made excuses for her lateness; she got held up by a few friends, she had to go to the bathroom, the teacher wanted to speak to her. However, the bell had rung 40 minutes ago, and it couldn't have taken more than ten minutes to get here. In fact, it was more like a five minute walk.
 

  Sighing, I finally tapped my finger against the Contacts button, and scrolled down until I reached her name. After four rings, she picked up.
 

 
"What do you want, Hayleigh?" Her voice was tinted with annoyance, and I could hear giggling in the background.

  I pinched the bridge of my nose before answering. "Where are you? You said we'd meet at the car park after school."

  There was more giggling in the background, and I heard her shush them up. "Sorry babes, I totally forgot about that. I'm at the mall with Bree and Jenna, and they're dropping me off after." Bree Campbell and Jenna Grey, she was obviously referring to. The popular cheerleaders. Trust Nina - we'd been at Greenville High for a week and she'd already made friends with the cheerleaders.

  "You could've texted me," I reminded her, trying to stifle the urge to yell at her, even though this wasn't unusual at the slightest.

  "Listen, Hayleigh," Nina snapped, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice, "You could've left without me. I already said sorry, so here's an idea; stop acting like such a tight-ass and go home instead of complaining, okay? Bye."

  I heard the beep as she hung up, but I kept the phone next to my ear for a few seconds, trying to calm myself.

  It didn't work.

  I calmly put my phone in my pocket, before stamping my foot onto the ground multiple times. "Argh! Could've left without me," I said, mimicking her voice. I let out a bitter laugh as I imagined Nina coming home, fuming at me for leaving without her. I swung around to get into the car, before colliding against something hard.

  "Ow," I mumbled, rubbing my head as a took a step back, before looking up.

  Holy.

  Standing before me was a sexy god. Or a sex god. Either way, he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. There was a slight smirk on his lips as his sparkling deep blue eyes roamed around my body before settling on my face. His own face was chiselled to perfection, with high cheekbones, and perfectly shaped lips. His mop of chocolate brown hair flopped over his forehead, and I immediately had the desire to run my hands through them. The white shirt he wore under his worn black leather jacket outlined his abs; you could tell he worked out.

  "Take a picture, it'll last longer," He smirked, noticing my staring at him.

  I jerked my head up, willing myself not to blush like I normally would. His navy blue eyes that were sparkling with amusement provoked me to say something. "Please," I said, rolling my eyes, "You're not that special. Get over yourself."

  Oh. My. God. Did I just say that? It was probably the first time I had said something slightly flirty to a guy.

  He scoffed. "Are you blind or something?" He gestured to his body.

  "I can see fine, thanks," I replied, turning my back on him as I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder. "And let- What are you doing?" He had pressed his body up against my back. It wasn't like I had never spoken or touched a boy before, but I wasn't used to being so intimate.

  He buried his head into my neck, his chin moulding perfectly against my shoulders. He wrapped his arms against my waist, pressing his hands lightly against my stomach, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter. "Giving you a hug."

  "Get off, will you?" I struggled, trying to remove his hands, but they hardly budged. Stupid muscles.

  It was obvious that my words had shocked him. He raised his head a little, pressing his lips against my neck. "You don't want that," He murmured.

  A sly smile crept onto my face as I registered his words and an idea popped into my head. I rested my hands on top of his, interlacing them, and arched my neck, giving his lips better access. "You're right, I don't."

  I could feel his satisfied smile against my neck. He kissed it gently. "See? You don't have to play hard to get with me. I know what you want. You want me, Blake Carter's sexy body," He whispered, and I fought to control the shivers of excitement his breath was giving me.

  I twisted gently, until we were face-to-face. Good. Cocking my head to one side, I gave a little smile. "See, I have to disagree with you there," I murmured, as his head was buried into my neck again. I tried to ignore how his hands were on the small of my back, ignoring the fact that I actually wanted him to be pressed up closer to me. What was wrong with me? "The thing is, I'm not like other girls. I actually don't want you." I didn't give him any time to register my words as I slammed my knee to his crotch. My reward was his face, screwed up in pain as he let go off my immediately and clutched his family jewels.

  I smiled at him as I got into the car, closing the door behind me.  He was still staring at me, looking slightly confused and very much in pain.

  "It's Hayleigh, by the way. Hayleigh Grace."

  It was only when I was safely out of the school gates where I allowed the blushes to take over my face.


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