playing the player // jacob sartorius

one

one // grace

I checked my phone for the thousandth time in what seemed like a minute, irritated. My twin sister was supposed to be here an hour ago. Amanda had always made excuses for her particular lateness; she had to go to the bathroom, her class ended a little late, she got held up by a couple of friends. This was impossible, as the bell had rung forty minutes ago, and it couldn't have taken ten minutes to get here. In fact, maybe even five minutes at a walking speed.

Groaning, I scrolled through my contacts and tapped on her name. After  six rings, she picked up.

"What the hell do you want, Grace?" I could hear Amanda sigh, her voice tinted with annoyance. Giggling was heard in the background, making me roll my eyes.

"Where are you? You were supposed meet me at the lockers after school!" I roll my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose.

More giggling in the background. I heard Amanda shush them before she spoke up again. "Sorry, Gracie. Jeez, I'm just out with Elle and Meg, okay? They're dropping me off after." Elle Daniels and Meg Allman were obviously the ones she was referring to. Great. The popular. It had already been two weeks at this new school, and Amanda has already made friends with all the popular people. Typical.

"Mands, you could have texted me." I told her, trying to hide the frustration in my voice.

I could physically hear Amanda roll her eyes. "Listen, Grace. I already apologized. What is done is done, alright? So stop acting like such a bitch and just go home and stop complaining. Okay?Bye."

I heard the three beeps that signaled her hanging up. I angrily stuffed my phone into my pocket, fuming. I stomped my way into the car park, opening the door.

"Hey."

I spun around, then frowned at who it was. There was a slight smirk traced on his lips as I did so. The notorious player, Jacob Sartorius. He ran a hand through his hair before speaking.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." His smirk grew more pronounced; he noticed me staring at him.

I gulped, willing myself not to blush like I usually would. His eyes sparkled with amusement, provoking me to say something. "Really? Please." I rolled my eyes, scoffing. "You're not special. Get over yourself so I can move along with my life."

He grabbed my hand, so we were almost face to face. He placed his free one lightly one my waist, as shivers went up and down the places he touched. An idea popped into my head, as I went along with it, placing my hand on top of his. "See? You don't have to play hard to get. All the other good girls like you fall for me."

I cocked my head to the side, giving him a small smirk of my own. "Well, the thing is, I'm not a good girl." I didn't give him anytime to register the words I had said, before slamming my knee into his crotch. His face twitched in pain, he let go of me immediately. I stepped into the driver's seat of my car, before uttering a few last words. His face was confused, and very much in pain.

"And by the way, that's Hart. Grace Hart."