Playing the Player

Chapter 6: Secrets of the Night

Authors Note: Hey guys, I'm back! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to update lately. I really have been trying but I have been swamped with school work. I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter and remember, don't be a silent reader. I like hearing your feedback.

I still don't see how he was able to get a picture of those, I think to myself as I stare at the picture that Greyson sent. I have been racking my brain about it all day, and I think that I have concluded that they are mine, otherwise, the jackass wouldn't have bothered sending it. It's not like he knew what underwear I was wearing...did he? Of course he did, he just sent you a fucking picture of them. I try to think of how he got a picture of them. I go to the clothes I was wearing last night and I look through them to make sure I have mine, but, to my dismay, I can't find them. He couldn't have them, could he? I think he has them, but I don't know how he got them. I really hope that nothing happened with him, that wouldn't be good if it did. As I am sitting here in my room thinking, my brother opens my door. "Hey," he says. "Hey Travis. What's going on?" I ask. "Nothing, just wanted to check on you." "Oh, ok." He starts to walk out of my room. "Travis, wait." I say quickly before he walks out. "Yea?" he says confused. "Do you have any idea how I got Greyson Wilson's number?" "No, how would I know?" "I don't know." "Is there something wrong Sam?" "No, I'm fine, I just wanted to know because I don't know how his number got in my phone." "Ok," he says as he walks back out of my room. I decide to text Greyson. School is out by now so maybe he will actually talk to me.

Me: Hey

Greyson: Hey sexy ;-)

Me: just stop with the bullshit... are those mine?

Greyson: are what yours?

I could hear the smirk in his voice as I read that text. He knows exactly what the fuck I am talking about.

Me: you know what

Greyson: No i don't, plz enlighten me

Me: the pic you sent earlier... are those mine?

Greyson: yup ;), you dont remember?

Me: not really, you wanna enlighten me?

Greyson: I'd rather not

Me: why not?

Greyson: I like when you are frustrated and scared of what you may or may not have done, its cute

Me: shut up

Greyson: no

Me: is there anyway to get you to tell me?

Greyson: if you come over we can talk about it.

Me: where do you live?

Greyson: do you not remember that either

Me: ?

Greyson: the party was at my house dumbass

Me: oh, yea, I do remember...

Greyson: just hurry up and get your ass over here

Me: Shut up

Me: i'm about to head your way

What's the worst that could happen if I go over there? It can't get much worse and I need to know what happened. I wish he could just call or text me what happened. All I know is that any texts from before with him were deleted. I quickly get my stuff together and walk into the kitchen. I see Travis standing in the kitchen. "Hey Travis?" "Yea?" "I'll be back later, I'm going somewhere." "Mind telling me where?" "I'm going to Greyson's house so he can tell me what happened." "Where's that in case I have to come get you?" "It's where the party was." " Ok, see ya later." As he says that I walk out of the door wearing high waisted skinny jeans and a black and white, off-the-shoulder crop top. I climb in my car and start the ignition. I adjust the radio as I pull out of the driveway. I drive for a little bit and then I finally pull up at Greyson's house. I shut my car off and walk up to the door. I knock and wait. After about a minute he opens the door wearing a pair of dark grey sweatpants. "I didn't think you would actually agree," he says, wearing his signature smirk "come in." I walk inside as he follows. We walk up to his room and I sit on his bed.