♠ Dating a Player| Did I Mention I am one too? ♠

♠ Dating a Player| Did I Mention I am one too? ♠ {6}

CHAPTER 6

Right after he left I took a shower. After I was done, I called Vicky.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Oh my god, Vicky HELP!! 9-1-1 Hurry!" I said.

"Okay okay I'll be there in five minutes." She said and hung up.

Wow, Vicky was right in exactly five minutes she knocked on my door and came rushing in.

"Okay! So what's the emergency!!??" She yelled.

"Oh my god, oh my god. I'm in deep sh*t. Greg asked me out." I said.

"Greg? As in Greg Tannert? The most popular guy in school. Has a higher rank than yours at school? Is the King of the school? Greg? I mean that isn't really a bad thing." She asked all surprised.

"Uhmm..... I think. I didn't even know he was that popular. Well I guess I'm really in deep shizz. Well that's why I called you. I need help!!" I said desperate.

"Okay first you need to tell me what happened and how this happened. I mean any girl would be so jealous of your position." Vicky said.

**After I told Vicky the whole story**

"..Wow. I mean the last part was cute when he kissed you, but I guess... you.. Should help him..out? Sorry, if that wasn't the answer you were looking for. But I bet you would know how it feels to be bothered by guys and girls everyday. So it's a good thing you're doing this." Vicky said with a smile.

"Okay... fine. Uhm.. Well I'm free for the whole day today. So what cha wanna do?" I asked.

"Hmmm... We could go shopping and eat dinner later on with Rick and his buds? And maybe you could invite..Greg too?" She said.

As much as I want to see Rick's cute friends again, I know I couldn't. I mean I now realize Greg is so popular, which means he would probably already tell his friends to keep a close watch on me. Which means, I can't go flirting around with guys anymore, except for Greg. Ugh! Guess fun time's over.

"..Ugh fine." I said.

"Alrighty then! Well I'm gonna go and call Rick to come to the mall at around 5:30 and also his friends. And you go get ready, get your credit card, and call Greg to come to the mall at 5:30." Vicky said and left to go to her car.

I grabbed a sweater and shoved my wallet in my jean pocket. I picked up my phone and just stared at it.

"Oh f*ck I don't even know his number!" I mumbled. "Maybe Vicky might know." I said.

I texted Vicky to tell me Greg's number cause I sure ain't hell no it. Thank goodness she knew his number. And I'm not even going to ask how.

I dialed his number and heard three rings before he picked up. "Hello?" He said.

"....."

I'm not sure why but my hands got all clammy, I'm sweating like crazy, and my voice won't come out. "...Hello? Is this another prank call?" He asked.

"...Uh-uhm.. No! It's me... M-Monica." I said.

"Ohh. Why didn't you say that in the first place. So what do you want?" He asked.

"..Uhm I was wondering...if you wanted to eat dinner with me... and my f-friends at a restaurant?" I asked.

"Sure. I'm free tonight. Well where do you want to meet and when?" He asked.

"At 5:30 at the mall. Uhmm meet us by Cinnabon. I love that place!" I said.

'Idiot! Why did I say that!' I thought.

"Sure. Okay see ya then." He said in a cute voice and hung up.

I closed my phone and sighed. Even though without looking into a mirror, I could already tell that my face was already red just like a tomato. I recovered after a minute, grabbed my car keys, and went into the elevator. I ran up to Vicky and said he agreed, so did Rick and Rick's friends. 'YES!' I thought.

We both got into our cars and arrived at the mall in less than 10 minutes.

"So which store do you want to go in first?" I asked.

"Weeellll, since you're going to have your first date with Greg, I think we should do something about your clothes." Vicky said pointing to my clothes. "I mean seriously, baggy sweats and a sweater. And even that messy hair of yours, it looks like you just got out of bed. First off, we'll go get a mani-pedi, then we'll get our hair done and get some really cute clothes!" Vicky said all excited.

"What!? Why? It sounds like we're going to a prom. It's just a date, I've been to millions. Some guys wouldn't even care." I said.

"YEAH! But we're talking about Greg here. Most popular guy in the school, no! The whole state possibly! He has high standards, good looks, and he's pretty wealthy. His dad is a famous photographer and his mom is a super model! Every girl he has dated is either famous, beautiful looking or a model. So you have to be more prettier than all of those girls he has dated!" She said.

"Wait. If he's that famous and rich why bother going to our lame public school? And hey are you saying I'm not pretty enough!?" I said.

"Well he doesn't want to be bothered by paparazzi and our school is like 10 minutes away from his mansion. So that's probably why. Oh and I'm not saying that you're not pretty. What I'm trying to say is... you need to be more prettier to beat all those other girls! Now, come on! We don't have much time left. We have exactly five hours, which isn't that much! Let's go!" Vicky said all hypered up and dragged me off to the nail salon.

I asked for the color marine blue for both my nails and toes. Vicky got midnight black with sparkles. :] After we were done with our mani-pedi, we went to the hair salon. I asked the person who did my hair, to make the bottom tips of my hair a little curly and the topper half, wavy. My hair length is about right above my breasts, but lower then my shoulders. Vicky just got her hair straightened and asked for blonde streaks on her black hair. Her hair is about to her mid- stomach.

Once we were done, the time was about 3:56 pm. So we decided to go shop at hollister for my clothes, since I am a hollister chick. (LOL) We went inside the store and I whispered to Vicky, "Man, next time we come shopping here again, let's not forget about flash lights." I told her. While Vicky just giggled.

I decided to buy a navy stripe bay street dress, a heather gray La Jolla sweater, and a white Hobson Park v-neck that had a blue painted flower in the front. Vicky bought a white Imperial Beach cami, a blue print Westward Beach dress, a grey Brooks street romper, and a Pink Oceanside Super Skinny Legging Jean. We bought them and went to Coach to buy some shoes.

Vicky and I went to go change to our new dresses at the bathroom and quickly ran in heels to our car, to drop off our shopping bags. We then quickly ran back to the mall in heels to a table near Cinnabon. The time was 5:25 pm now. I got bored, so I decided to text Vicky even though she was right next to me, but you know it's fun.

'Hey!' I texted.

'Sup.'

'Nothing much, just waitin for my 'boyfriend'. What 'bout you?'

'Same I'm waiting for my real boyfriend :) I can smell the sweet cinnamon buns with their sugary sweet icing on top!~ ♥'

'Oh em gee! Me too! But 2 bad, we can't. Cuz we're just bout to eat dinner. :('

'Oh my! Look up, there's something special in front of you! ↑

I looked up and saw..