Game Over, Pretty Boy. ♕ || STGOPB

♕ PREVIOUSLY♕

Previously on Game On, Pretty Boy (first book)...

"Who's she?"

He looked over at the brunette, "That?" I nodded. "That's Riley Matthews, Mr. Matthews daughter. Why?" He asked confused.

I smirked, "She looks like a girl that would fall for someone without even trying." It slipped out of my mouth. I played girls, it was one of my many habits. And this one looked like someone I would make fall for me in a week.

"She is the most innocent girl in this school. She hasn't been together with one guy," he said raising his eyebrow. "And you think that you can make her fall for you?"

I snorted. "Yeah. I have girls all over me, all the time, and I don't even try. This will be easy." I smirked, looking at her up and down. She was cute. Not really my taste.

He shook his head. "Good luck with that, Friar."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Is that a bet?" He nodded and laughed. I stuck out my hand for him to shake and he did.

"Game on, pretty boy."

"What? What's so funny?" I say as I keep my eyes on him.

He don't answer until he has calmed down and his laugh dies.

"You Shaky, sure are weird."

I gasp and hit his shoulder. He looks at me whilst he grabs his shoulder. I glare at him and he smirks back at me. He leans forward so our eyes were on the same level and then he says.

"Hit me baby one more time."

I gasp and I was just about to hit his shoulder out of anger when I stop. I see his smirk grow wider and I feel a blush creeping up but I don't let it show.

"Pig," I mumble.

"Shaky." I hear him mumble.

"Jerk."

"Klutz."

"Freak."

"Sunshine."

I roll my eyes, "Devil."

"Angel."

"Hey Matthews!"

I groan, "What?"

"Can I borrow something?"

I furrow my eyebrows and stop to look back him. "What?"

He gives me a slyly smile, "A kiss. I promise to give it back."

I gave at him. "What the–"

"Language, Matthews!" He shushes at me.

"I wasn't going to use a bad language, stupid." I mutter the last part even if I don't care if he hears it or not.

"Klutz," he snorts. He heard.

I let out a sigh, "Why don't you just leave me alone, okay?"

"Okay, I'll leave you," he says.

I'm dancing inside of me.

"Only if.." He adds and I let out a loud groan.

"What?" I whine.

He smirks, "You see, Matthews. To make me leave you, you have to say yes to a date with me. A yes and I'll be gone. A no and, well, I'm not going anywhere."