How to play the player

Chapter 6: Joshs POV

Josh Conners

I cant believe she just ran away from me like that. What the hell is wrong with her. The worst part is she didn't even run she just did this like weird donkey hop thing that kind of creeped me out but made me laugh at the same time.

But anyways, no one just leaves me behind like that. No one. And especially not that girl. Do you know how many girls would have died to be in her position? To be in detention with me? Not to brag but, the whole freaking population of girls would.

She is different. I'm not sure if it's in a good way or a bad way. But there's something about her that makes me want to know more about her. She's like a jigsaw puzzle that I just can't seem to finish. A song I don't know the lyrics to. The fact that she doesnt adore me like everyone else infuriates me. It makes me want to change her mind about me. I need to crack her shell. I need to make her let me in. I need to make her see that I'm not as big of a jerk she thinks I am. Well the last one will be hard but there's nothing Josh Conners can't do.

I think what I need to do is make her fall in love with me. It would take a while cause she's stuborn and she hates my guts but I think it's worth a shot. I can't stand the thought of someone disliking me and plus it would be a really fun challenge. She's the one thing that I can't have and that makes me want her 10 times more.

You're probably thinking, "Oh wow Joshua Conners is a self centered, arrogant, asshole." The truth is, I am. I've been trying to change my ways but nah. It just never works out.

"Hey Josh!"

I hate it when someone interupts my thoughts. I rolled my eyes when I saw the owner of the high pitched, over eager, squeaky voice.

Bianca Gilmore.

"Hi." I gave her a nod, not wanting to be rude.

"I haven't seen you all week! Where have you been Joshy-poo?" She pouted her lips in a sorry excuse of trying to be cute. She looked like a constipated fish.

"I've been trying to get away from you but you're here now so," I muttered.

Her groomed nike shaped eyebrows furrowed together trying to figure out what I meant. I guess all her front flips, back flips and all that cheerleading stuff that cheerleaders do made her brain dead. When she finally understood what I meant she scowled,"That's not how you're supposed to treat your girlfriend Joshy-poo."

I shuddered at the nickname she decided she wanted to call me. I shuddered even more that she thought she was my girlfriend. Nasty.

Wait. Why did she think she's my girlfriend?

"What makes you think that you're my girlfriend?" I laughed at the thought of us being together.

I don't do girlfriends, relationships, flowers and shit you see in the movie. I just like less talking, more action. I honestly treat some girls like shit. More than I'd like to take credit for but they still come to me anyway. I don't know why they do. It's like the more of a jerk you are, the more girls come to you. If you have feelings for me then that sucks and I'm sorry for you cause I won't be able to reciprocate those feelings. I haven't found a girl that's worth liking before.

To me, all girls are same. They dress up in revealing clothes, saying they don't want any attention and when a nice guy comes they ask him to bug off. But when a jerk comes, they instantly fall for them and get their heart broken. And after that, they hate the rest of the male population. Most guys say that girls are unreadable and wierd, mostly referred to as unknown species or aliens from out of space, but to me they are really predictable.

But some, like Skylar, are different.

"Well of course I am your girlfriend. We both are school royalty. Being together would boost both of our reputations off the charts! Duh." She said matter of factly, like I was the stupid one.