Taking Out A Player

Chapter 3

Jack POV:

Damn.

Tori made me rush all the way over to her house over a little splinter she had got. She could've got that out herself. The whole time I was trying to get it out, she was being dramatic. She constantly complaining and holding back her hand. She was wasting my time. I got tired of it and just pulled the damn piece of wood out. She then ask me to put a band aid on her, so I quickly did that.

She lucky that I love her like a sister or else I would have left her ass crying over her hand.

I'm Jack. I'm 22, pimp. I got hoes on speed dial. They all ready when I am.

I decided to call Bre about Tori's injury. I check my pockets. I frown as I didn't feel it.

"Is everything ok?" Tori asked me.

I nodded my head. "Yea. I need to go. I think I left my phone in the car.",

"You want me to call it?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Nawl. I'm good."

I gave Tori a hug before getting into my car.

I search around the car, but I didn't see it.

Shit.

That means I left it at the house with Bre.

I sped all the way back to my house. When I got there, I saw that Bre was asleep on my couch. I smiled. She looked cute. Especially since she's not trying to kill me.

I loved Bre. I wanted her since second grade, and I got her... eight years later. I was committed in that relationship. Then shit happen, and we broke up. I really trusted her. My heart had broke and turned cold.

It has been years since Bre and me been together. It has been a while since we talked or seen each other. I finally texted her and started hanging with her. I missed her.

I looked around and founded my phone on the table at the far edge.

I saw that I had a miss call from Tori. She might had call when I was driving over there. I also got a message from Gina talking about the date for tonight.

I'm not really planning on taking her out. That girl expect too damn much on a date. Besides, we really don't even go anywhere on our dates. If we do, it just so we could get some better privacy. That girl know it too. She now starts to just straddle me as soon as she can. I don't see myself going farther than that with her. She too materialist for my taste. Besides, she just a good fuck.

I walked over to Bre and shook her awake. "Bre," I said.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Umm?" She looked at me sleepily and yawn. "What time is it?"

"6:37," I said.

She sighed and stood up. "I got to go," she said.

I nodded. I didn't want her to go since I won't see Gina until eight.

She grabbed her phone and her keys. Right before she stepped out the door, I had grabbed her arm.

"What?" she asked.

I looked at her lips. I just wanted to remember how they felt.

I caress her cheek and lean in closer to her. I slightly breathe. Just before I brush her lips, she push me away.

"No Jack," she said. She looked upset.

"Come on. Just a kiss," I said. I lean in again, but she backed away from me.

"No boy. I'm not your girlfriend, so back off!" she yelled.

I let go of her, and she walked off. I sighed. That girl is something else.