I Hate Loving You.

Chapter 21: Deciding What to do With the Player

Kaitlyns POV

The big day of the stupid party is here and I spent all day setting up for it. I got music blasting on the stereo, extra bedroom doors open since Austin said that was a must, all different kinds of chips and soda layer on the counter, and of course Austin's friends brought over some booze.

We have about an hour before the party and its me, Austin, Alex, and the other one of Austin's friends who I didn't bother to remember the name of. It was an awkward silence and it was very uncomfortable. Me and Austin weren't exactly back on speaking terms. I don't know when we will be. I mean finding out my boyfriend is actually going to be my step brother isn't the best news Ive ever heard. Especially when you think of all the times we have kissed. Ew. Ew. And ew.

"Well Kaitlyn how is school?" Alex asked. "Fine." I replied. I don't know why I am giving him snappy answers. I guess a little stressed. My mind eases out of my thoughts and I become a lot more comfortable when the doorbells rings and Aiden walks in. I give him a big hug and he walks to the couch. Before I knew it my house was filling up with people and not even an hour into the party, I had people making out and dancing in a space we cleared near the tv.

I haven't seen Tyler yet though. I walk up to my room and sigh. I open the door to reveal some drunk teenagers making out in my bed. -Cant wait to sleep there tonight- Anyways the reason. I came up to my room was to get a better view of all the people in the backyard. My eyes scanned the yard for Tyler and sure enough I find him with two girls hanging on his arm.

I guess I could have fun with this. I mean after all he is a player. Just like Mallory I thought. She was pretty good at acting though when Tyler kissed me in the parking lot that one time. She truly seemed like she cared about him. But a player is always a player and who does she run to? Aiden of course. I heard from the rumors going around school. Apparently Aiden was so desperate and went to Mallory for some help and ended up coming on to her. But if you ask me I think its the complete opposite. And I don't think she went there for advice. She went there for revenge in Tyler and she never got it because Tyler didn't even care.

Sometimes I think I could actually like Tyler and other times I think he is a complete ass. Which he is. Also a player. I am brought back out of my thoughts with the creaking of my bed. I look behind me and regret ot instantly. "Gross." I murmur as I walk out of the room.

I really haven't talked to many girls and figured this would be a good time. There were many distinct girl groups. You had the cheerleaders aka the populars, the nerds, the hipsters, the athletic girls, and the outsiders. I decided to go to the outsiders since I practically am one of them now. "Hey guys," I interupt their conversation. They look at me before asking, "Who are you?" I tell them my name and then they completely forget about me and continue with their conversations. Well that went well.

I decide to try my luck with the cheerleaders considering I know a couple of them from going to Austin's football games. I walk over to their posse along the bar. "Hey guys!" They take a glance in my direction and one with blonde hair and hazel eyes looks at me. "Kaitlyn right?" I smile and nod my head. She gives me a warm smile before saying, "I've heard a lot about you this past week. Are you trying out for cheerleading? They are coming up!" Right at that moment I feel a hand swoop across my arm and hear Tyler's voice say "Yes she is." I glare at him put don't say anything. He smirks. "What's up beautiful?" I push his hand off my shoulder by taking my thumb and index finger and throwing it off. The less I touch him the better. I get death glares from some of the cheerleaders and some look at me with that 'omg you did not just turn him down- look. I turn and face Tyler. "Look I've heard the rumors around school that you're the biggest player in this school. I don't know how I missed it the past few weeks or how you hid it but you did. And now... I don't like you. So please keep your hands to yourself."

Throughout all this I remained calm and so did he. I turned back around to continue talking to the cheerleaders but not before Tyler had the chance to say. "That's not what you were saying in your room last night." I see some cheerleaders snickers.

"Look Tyler the only time I would possibly go up to a room with you is in your dreams."

"Oh trust me...you were." He smirks.

"Oh really? Tell me about it." The cheerleaders crowd around me, eager to hear about it. I kinda was too. It's not everyday Tyler ditches 2 girls to tell you about a dream.

"Okay. So we were in my pool and things were getting very steamy. And by steamy I mean hot. And by hot I mean-" I cut him off telling him to get on with it. "Fine. We were messing around and then all of a sudden, you untie your swimsuit top. I told you to put it back on but you didn't listen to me. You kept coming closer and I kept backing up. Finally you cornered me though and I had nowhere to go. Then I couldn't see you. You went under the water and came up right in front of me. We started to have a make out session but then I woke up. Wanna refresh me on where we were?"

I think for a minute. Maybe just maybe I can use this against him. Instead of him being a player I can play him. And let some cheerleaders and Mallory in on this so he knows a taste of his on medicine. Plus once I see a girl come up to him right at that moment and slap him for making out with another girl and run off crying...I decide why not? Playing a player is not necessarily going to be easy considering he has won more than enough times to say he is an expert at the player games. And no don't take it that I am going to make out with him. Because I am most definitely not. In fact, I slap him across the face and walk out, feeling the stares of the cheerleaders make holes in my back. For a split second I turn around to see Tyler staring at me as the cheerleaders touch his cheek where I slapped him. Hmmm step one in progress: play hard to get.