Player's Game

5 - Touch

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I cross my arms over my chest and blow out a breath as I watch my brother and best friend has one of their lovey-dovey moments for the millionth time today. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but this is getting completely out of hand. Something was eating me from the inside and I felt incredibly jealous of my friends and their lovers.

I haven't forgotten the long conversation the girls and I had with Diana; her wants and needs for her relationship with Jarred were all she cared about, and her mind would not stop until it was happy and healthy.
I have to give her my blessing to go on with him, only warning her to be careful and put her feelings first rather than Jarred.

After all, anyone even with the kindest of souls can be taken advantage of.

Another breath puffs out of my lips, and my eyes roll in annoyance at the feeling; I turn away, feeling uncomfortable about it all. "Fuck my life."

"Gladly." I jump in fright turning around to the voice. My eyes widen and my breath hitched to the sight of him. "Oh my god, you have to stop doing that."

He smiled down at me, letting out a small raspy laugh. "I'm sorry, Princess." I couldn't help but roll my eyes; he had his arms crossed to his chest as he studied me; my eyes swooped up and down, mirroring his actions as he moved in closer. He never took his gaze off of me.

The brief moment we shared a few days ago fell through, and I shied away once more, wanting to be content and act as if nothing had happened. When he smiled, however, I entirely lost myself; he was overly assured and I was completely powerless. Maybe for one brief moment in the back of my mind, I imagined us together, a small glimpse of a desired fairy tale.

"What is it?" He challenged.

I cleared my throat and leaned against the car crossing my arms over my chest with a small smile. "Nothing, I'm just having a bad day," I mutter before turning away. My breath caught in nervousness when his arm pressed against mine. "Well, what's so bad about it?" Andrew insists, my head tilted up towards him and, I was so surprised by his concern; he stood by me so casually and freely.

What are we, friends now?

I wasn't going to be a fool and say what I was thinking, it's not like he'd care, or god willing, he felt the same; for all I knew, Andrew Harvey could take my words and spread them around the school, or worse, use them to my advantage; I didn't know him well enough to trust him with my thoughts or my life.

After all, it is a player's game and, I just wanted to play.

"Nothing that you should be worried about," I say handing him my full attention. I stood in front of him, staring at him up and down as I fiddled with the string of his hoodie. For a moment he let me tease him, for a moment he seemed amused by the way I was playing with him and for a  moment I felt as if I had him in the palm of my hand.
Bu he rolled his eyes at me and brought me closer by my wrisit, lowering his head to meet my gaze and caressing my skin while tucking a thin strand of my hair behind my ear. "Come on Tiana, tell me what's on your mind. I can tell that something is bothering you." Andrew says. matching my tone.

I laughed, shaking my head.

As if he thought that would convince me, he'd have to do a lot better than that.

"The fact you had every opportunity to kiss me and you didn't."

Partly true but, it was all to avoid the real truth.

"Is that so?"  he declares with a slight mock in his tone. Seeing as it was not working, I was becoming a little embarrassed and disappointed, I rolled my eyes at my desperation, "You have no idea," mumbling to myself, turning away, picking my bag up from the floor as I began my way to my friends.