The truth by a self confessed player

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The truth by a self confessed player

 Chapter one

This is going to be one heck of a year, I thought getting ready for school, no I wasn’t really socially awkward nor something like that, nor I was a geek, cheerleader or was part of any normal cliché stereotypical high school group, I was just The Player. Although that had been in my last school, and now that I had changed schools, since my parents thought that being in a private school wasn’t worth of me, they weren’t really happy of me, nor proud, I mean after two dumbasses of sons, they would at least expect their daughter to be normal, poor them I wasn’t normal. So spending their money in something like a private school for a player like me seemed to be unnecessary so their made me transfer schools into this crappy public school, although some say that public schools have better looking guys. Sounds like I’m going to have some fun with them at least.

At first I did like being good and have good grades, but eventually, as I reached puberty and adolescence, I grew interested in guys, a lot, but then thing is that I like challenges, so once I get what I want, I grow tired of it, same with guys, and even some girls. I know I might sound really like a spoiled brat or something like that, but hey, that’s me, the typical player who knows what she wants and gets what she wants then gets bored and gets rid of it as if it meant nothing, because it actually meant nothing. Now, there are usually two types of people that I’m interested in. Let me explain it to you.

The ones who play hard to get. Now this type is really interesting at first, it’s kind of weird for players, like me, to find people who don’t want to do anything with them, it’s shocking to say more, but in the end they’re like everyone, dying to kiss, touch, and do more with us, it’s kind of hypocritical if you ask me, but let’s face the truth, that group would be the most interesting. But then when we, the players, get what we want, since the people aren’t really that hard to get, I must say, we get bored, especially if they’re not that interesting after all, which happens most of the time, and dump them or something, giving any excuses or just saying the plain truth, which is, Sorry I got bored of you, I’m going to look for someone else.

Then there are the ones who are really sweet. Players like me, girls specially, like this kind of people because we think that with their sweetness they’ll get us hooked up for a long time, but in the end they usually start to get clingy and possessive, which gets us to grow tired of them, and eventually dump them or something, now this might be more mean than with the ones who play hard to get, because it’s like “I have no longer interest in you anymore” with them, but with the sweet ones it’s “you’re.. Making me sick and annoyed” the cheesiness is too much for us to bear, or at least that’s what usually happens anyway.

Now I seriously wonder why so many people like trying to change a player, it’s so stupid, once you are born a player, you shall die as a player, I don’t think something like turning good or faithful exists, that’s BS. And everyone knows it. Girls just think that they’re special and can change the typical hottie players that are totally into having a different girl in their bed every night. Sometimes more than one girl at a time.

It’s like, continue dreaming girl, that’s not going to happen. It’s like saying that it can snow on July or something like that, it’s just ridiculous and sad to see all of those girls’ hearts be crushed by us, the players, I should say that I feel pity for them, but they deserve it, don’t get your hopes up girls and guys, we’re not going to change, we were born this way, and it’s time for everyone to accept it.

I could go on and on about the stupidity of some people, and my manners as a player, but I have to go to school, and even if I hated admitting it, considering that I didn’t want to be a nerd or anything like that, I hated being late, I hated it with my soul. It was something that had stayed in me even after coming out as a player, just like doing all homework and getting As on my tests, I just couldn’t help it, and I hated it at the same time. Let’s just say that was the only reason my parents let me into their house, even if they hated me just as much as I hated them.

I looked around for some more, wondering what should I wear, should I go for the slutty outfit or something more normal? I finally decided to go with the ‘bad girl’ look which actually fitted me more than anything, for some weird reason I guess, and I just knew guys would be staring at me nonstop while I’m walking in. I had put some mascara on my eyes, dark blue shades, and this really made my blue eyes stand out, it looked really good. My lips had lip gloss on, I didn’t want to apply any blush or something like that because I considered that BS, why would I want to look as if I’m blushing if I’m a player? I mean that doesn’t even make sense. Anyway, my t-shirt, which was oversized, was white, it said ‘f*ck off’ in black letters, I wore a black leather jacket on top of it and wore black skinny jeans that made my legs look longer. I didn’t want to wear heals today, it would be like wanting to die, I absolutely hated high heels, I couldn’t stand them, I just loved my converse with all my heart. I had a closet full of converse. I loved them that much. I picked the navy blue converse, which would match with the navy blue star in my jacket’s back, and also with the star earrings, which had blue diamonds.

 Guys you better be prepared for this, I thought as I walked out of my room, downstairs and into my car, which was in the garage. All I hoped for was to make through this year, my last year in high school, and also hoped that the guys there would be hot. Oh please make it be that way.

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