Breaking the Player

It was hardly my first time doing this and yet I still felt the strange wash of guilt as he looked at me. 

"I thought you f*cking loved me!" He yells at me, I just smirk. Even if I do feel bad I know that this is the right thing to do, just think of all the girls that he's done this too. Hopefully he'll learn now, he'll learn to treat girls right. 

"Why on earth would you think that sweetie pie? You're really not that impressive." I continue to smirk at him, not caring about the crowd that has gathered around us. "Well I'm bored now, see you around." I say as I turn on my heel my long hair flicking over my shoulder and walk off, my heels clacking on the ground. 

That's one good thing about this stupid act being over I can finally stop dressing this way, back to comfy jeans and t-shirts for me. 

I jump into my 1967 chevrolet impala, I'm not ashamed to say I got it because of my obsession with supernatural. I only drive a few blocks away and then I pull over, tears start leaking from my eyes as I think about what I've done. I lean back against my seat and run my hands through my hair trying to calm myself down and blink back the tears. "He deserved it, he deserved it. They all deserved it. Now calm down and pull yourself together woman, stop acting like such a baby."

The tears have almosted stopped when a knock on my window makes me jump and bash my head on the roof. 

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, are you ok? Here I'll help you out, do you need to go to the doctors? Oh god, oh god, oh god. Please say somthing."

"Just shush a minute." I look up and into the eyes of a tall guy. He looks the same age as me, with messy brown hair, striking green eyes and great cheekbones (one with a smear of what looks like oil down it). 

"Good, you're not concussed." He laughs and then looks down at me to grin. The moment his lips pull up into a smile my breath catches. He doesn't just smile with his lips, his eyes twinkle and he get's dimples on those already droolworthy cheeks of his.

I must have been staring for a bit too long because the smile falls from his face and a concerned frown takes it's place. "Come on let's look you over, check you're alright." 

The next thing I know I'm being pulled out of my car by two strong arms. He gently lowers me down. giving me time to put my feet on the ground and get balanced before taking away the support of his arms. I'm slightly dazed by what's just happened but then he does something that shakes me out of it, he starts hunting through my hair! 

"What on earth are you doing?" I screech at him, slapping his hands away.

He blushes and steps back "Looking for bumps." He says to the floor as a blush starts to creep it's way up his neck and onto his cheeks. I can't help but laugh, he's so cute. 

He looks up at me giving me puppy dog eyes. "So I'm forgiven?" 

"Of course you are, but next time you go rooting around in a girls hair at least tell her you name first." I tease as I watch his face light up. 

He quickly sticks out his hand to me, "I'm matty." He grins.

"Lucia." I say letting his big hand engulf mine. His hands are warm and send tingles through mine and down my spine.

We stand like this for a few minutes, still holding hands in a shaking stance, grinning at eachother until a voice breaks us up. "Matty, get your lazy butt back here boy, we've got work to do."

Matty sighs and let's go of my hand. "It was wonderful to meet you Lucia. I hope I see you again soon." He smiles one more time and then turns to leave. I watch his back as he disappears round the corner (he's got a great butt as well), and turn to get back in my car.

Just as I'm about to climb in a pressure on my arm makes me stop, I turn and see Matty shyly smiling at me. "I forgot one thing." He says and presses his soft lips onto my cheek. 

He grins again and bounds back round the corner. I get in my car and drive home. I don't stop smiling the whole way.

I walk into my house to be greated by my sister, on the couch, swarmed in chocolate, sweets and ice cream. "How did he take it?" 

I just grunt in response kicking off my stupid heels so they fly in an arc and land with a satisfying clatter in the corner.

"Right so the same as they all do. How did you take it?" She asks sitting up and giggling as the mountain of sweets fallls off her. "You know what, I know how you took it and I know you'll lie, that's why I got all of this." She said gesturing to the sweets that were now on the floor. "Get your skinny butt up those stairs, out of those ridiculous clothes, into comfy's and down here and eat this crap with me! I have Van Wylder!" 

She waves a dvd my way and shooes me up the stairs. I adore Jasmine, she's always looked after me even though I'm the older twin; when I was going around crashing pedal go karts into trees she was putting plasters on my head. She's the sweet one and it shows in her face. We look like sisters but no one believes we are twins. are only similarities are our blonde hair, blue eyes and full lips. Jaz has a cute face with huge round eyes, a button nose and chubby cheeks whereas I have cat like eyes a straight nose and deffined cheek bones. 

I run back downstairs in my 'ride me' hoodie that I picked up from thorpe park and dive into the pile of sweets and look up at my grinning sister. "Are you god cause this is my heaven?" 

"I'm shocked you haven't realised yet my dear." She teases and her face turned very serious, "Van Wylder time?"

I nod. "Van Wylder time."

Jaz puts the DVD in and we settle down. Just as I rip open a bag of starburst dad walks in still in his power suit. "Hey girls, so how are you?"

This can't be good