Changing For Her

Don't hate the player, hate the game

I just want to warn all of you this is my first story. I made it in a guy's point of view because I am indeed a guy. It can be read by both guys and girls. Marco Lombardi is played by Tyler Posey because I thought he looked the most like me. You know, dark hair, eyes, and skin. That sort of thing.  His picture to the right. 

She moans louder as I push her against the wall and she continues to kiss me hard. When her hands start to get tangled in my hair, I decide to pick up the pace. Before I can follow through with my thoughts, a knock at my door stops me.

"Dude, the bell is about to ring." David, one of my best friends, warns me by yelling though the door.

"I'll be finished in a minute," I say between kisses. Can't he tell that I'm a bit busy?

Before he can even reply, the bell goes off, signaling the beginning of the school year and the end of my fun. I sigh and put my shirt back on. When was this taken off? Kayla must have taken it off when I was distracted. I look over to Kayla and chuckle. She looked like a mess but a hot one. Her lipstick had been kissed off, her clothes were wrinkled, and her hair looked like a tornado went through it.

Just as I finished my once over of her, I noticed it: The big hickey on her neck. I smirk. She's either gonna love it or hate it. Hell, most girls love it. She'll probably just go blab to her friends about how Marcos Lombardi gave her a hickey before class.

She fixes herself up and looks over at me with a satisfied smile. 

"That was fun but I've got to get going," I say without any hesitation. I walk past her and make my way to the door.

Just as my hand touches the door, a hand on my shoulder stops me. I turn back to her and give her my most bored expression.

"What do you want?" My tone matches my expression.

"I just thought that later I'd swing by and we finish what we started?" I give her another once over. She was hot, but she seemed clingy. Her hand slowly moves down my chest, turning me on again. Maybe I should sleep with her tonight . . . Nope, not worth it.

I remove her hand before it goes any lower. "Yeah, I don't think so," A yawn escapes my lips as I say this.

"What?" Confusion sweeps across her face, "Why not? I thought you were enjoying yourself."

I shrug, "I was but I've got better things to do." And with that, I turn on my heels and walk through the door. David is there waiting for me, his hand already stretched out for a high five.

"Not even ten minutes into the new school year and you've already bagged one," He says in disbelief.

"Hey, don't hate the player, hate the game." We look at each other and burst out laughing. We've used this line on so many girls we get rid of. 

We wipe the tears from our eyes and walk towards homeroom to meet with the rest of our friends in our group. I pick a chair next to Asher and slide in just as the bell rings. Great timing, eh?

"Alright class, I know this is the beginning of the school year and you are all so excited to begin," The class chuckles and Mrs. Talich's remark, "But, since it is homeroom, you can all talk amongst yourselves. You have twenty minutes." Everybody loves Mrs. Talich. She is a cool teacher because she understands teenagers and doesn't try to change us.

James, one of the guys in our group, turns to David and I and says, "Well, well, look who came in just in the nick-of-time. Were you two stuck in the closet together?" If some of you didn't already realize, James is the funny one of the group.

We all laugh and David and I punch him on either arm for his gay joke. Not that we have anything against them.

"Not today, man. David is too afraid to confess his love for me." I let out a fake sniffle to play along. Once again, we all burst out laughing and this time I'm the one getting punched my David.

"Seriously though, where were you? We started planning for the party for next month without you guys," Asher says once all the laughter dies down.

"Marcos over here," David says gesturing to me, "was in the janitors closet with Kayla Anderson doing you know what."

James scratches his chin, "So I was right about the closet." He still considers this a victory and thrusts his fist up in the air. We all just shake our heads and throw paper at him.

"Homeroom didn't even start and you've already got one down for the year. We're gonna need to neuter you, dude." Ash earned a laugh from each of us for that one.

"No thanks, I'd rather keep my balls." These things are my precious jewels. "You guys make it seem like I did her right then and there. All we did was makeout . . . without shirts." A smiles creeps up on my face and they clap my back.

"That's my boy," James says as he wipes a fake tear away, "How'd she take the rejection, though?"

I didn't even have time to answer to James because the door opens to reveal a red eyed Kayla. I should've known she's be a crier. Once girls have spent a night or just a make out session with me, they are either a crier or bragger. My weakness are the criers, I just can't stand a sad chick. Anyway, Kayla makes eye contact with me and I look away as she makes her way towards her friends table. Mrs. Talich doesn't even question her like other dick teachers would. Told ya she was cool.

I can see Kayla's lips move. She's obviously telling her friends about our hookup and not in a good way. Her friends shoot daggers into my eyes when she finishes her story. I throw my hands up in innocence and send them my signature wink and smile. Out of the four of her friends, I've slept with two of them, made out with one, which leaves the last one. I haven't gotten to her yet.

A few minutes go by as my friends and I discuss our party plans. 

"A disco ball would bring the whole party together." Ash is the big partier of our friends. He is the most like me in terms of being a player. He is ahead by two for the number of girls his slept with. I would've lowered the difference by one if I took up Kayla's offer but she seemed . . . not right.

"Where would we even find a disco ball?" James says while giving me the 'can-you-believe-this-guy' look.

"At the . . . disco ball aisle at Cosco?" The dude is obsessed with Cosco. James looks at me now with a 'I-told-you-he-was-an-idiot' look. 

I just laugh it off. Before we can keep arguing about the damn disco ball, something or rather someone interrupts us.

Kayla's friend Jessica, the one I haven't gotten to yet, comes over to our table. David, Ash, and James all check her our and I just roll my eyes. I swear to God, if this chick came over to chew me out, I'm done.

"My friends over there, " she points to the group of girls currently glaring at me, "expect me to yell at you for what you did to Kayla but I came to give you this instead," She slips me a piece of paper, leans in close, and whispers, "Call me and I'll do what she can't."

My bored look changes into one of surprise and she walks away with her hips swaying. I check out her ass for a bit and the guys just stare at me with their mouths wide open.

"You've got to be kidding me," David says while shaking his head in disbelief. "You literally just hooked up with her best friend, ditched her, and broke her heart and she still wants you."

I lean back and put my hands behind my head and smile contently.

"You lucky Bastard," James mutters.