The Player Games (Dana Vaughns Love Story)

Chapter Eight

I was simply over-reacting.

His lips were probably just warm, I mean a lot of boys were. Probably not the same kind of heat I felt with Dana, but theirs were warm too. I wasn't falling in love with him, just yet. I was sure about that much. Love is when you can feel the sparks and the butterflies, not just heat. But could the be showing a sign of me liking him in a romantic way. That was the first time I felt different when kissing him, and frankly it scared me, but only a bit.

Rolling out of bed that Tuesday morning, I slapped myself to wake up, regretting that I stayed up all night rewatching season one of Doctor Who. I just had to put myself to the test to see if I knew all the words Rose could say. Now I was wishing that the TARDIS would show up, and the eleventh doctor would come out, take me by the hand, and pull me back into time. I would actually go back to seventh grade to stop some things from happening, and if it didn't work, Matt Smith would be there to wipe the tears away. It was settled, Im going to be his companion also, forget Amy. Though, I was a bit too young for him. More like two thousand years younger, but who was counting. I would get married to Sherlock also, but he's thirty-seven years old. I do my research on the one and only Benedict Cumberbatch too, you know. I didn't watch his episode Seasame Street for nothing.

Did I really just rant with myself about Doctor Who, and Benedict Cumberbatch?

I need Therapy, possibly, but maybe right now I need a hug. No, Arizona, you will not start with Alex Gaskarth right now, either. Focus. I slipped on a Pull and Bear print top, that had the word 'weirdo' and a definition on it, and put galaxy purple leggings underneath, it being loose and long. I topped my head with a small white fedora after curling my brown hair, and finishing the thing completely with my faded gray high tops, converse. I study myself in the mirror, grab my phone, and then head downstairs where I was met with Dana, and my parents, whom were in a conversation. Dana was smiling politly, and nodding, meanwhile my parents were talking to him. When they heard me stop, they all turned around. Dana smiled even bigger, taking in my outfit, which he never usually did. My book bag on my back, I tell my parents that we were going, kissing them on the cheeks, and grabbing Dana's hand pulling him towards his GMC Envoy. Once we got settled in the car, he began to pull out of the driveway.

"So, you and your parents are close?" He asked, looking off the road for a second to look at me. "Not really," I sigh. My parents and I used to be close before everything happened. Now they seemed to be so far away, and half of the time, we were. "We used to be, we just grew apart over the years." "Your the rebelious teen, then?" He smirks, chuckling a little. I giggle a little, shaking my head, "More like their the rebelious parents." He raises an eyebrow at me, still smirking. "How so," He asked, curiousity filling through his voice in some way. "The obeying parents don't leave their children at home with their cooks," "Not many children have a cook." I laugh at that, knowing it is true. Out of all the people in our school, there were only a few that lived in a house like mine, and I doubt the other people have a cook. But it was more like we were paying mine to be my mother, that is if we were paying her at all.

We arrive at the school in the timespan of two minutes afterwards, because like I had mentioned times before, I do not live far from our precious high school. When we arrived, we did our routine, reuniting with our friends. Joining into the conversation, Dana and I stood where we usually stood, his arm around my waist, as usual. It seemed to start getting boring, after what, two weeks? Everyday so far we did the same thing, come here, stand, and talk. Maybe I should just come to conclusion that I'm used to having sex, and thats what is boreing me at the moment. Not having it anymore. As weird as that sounded coming from a fifteen year old girl. Gosh, thanks a lot for ruining my life you stupid devil worshipping Meyers. "Dana, wanna meet at my house tonight for that project we have together?" Marie asked, suddenly, and I was surprised that I hadn't heard about their project. "Hm, sure," He says, before turning to me. "Don't miss me too much, babe." He smirks, than kisses my nose. I roll my eyes, and then think about Cole, who wanted a set up with Marie. I guess he could come over tonight and I could talk to him about. I mean, I am free. "I really need a boyfriend," Autumn sighs, running her fingers through her hair. "Well, Will needs a girlfriend, why don't you guys date?" I suggest jokingly. When were in sixth grade, Autumn had a crush on Will like big time. It went away when the years went by when she came into realization that he didn't like her back, and most likely wanted a girl who wasn't two years younger than him. He was the eighth grade cool kid, and we were the anti-social sixth graders. Wow, have things changed. Now we were the Junior cool kids, and he's the awkward senior. "Don't even go there," Autumn warns, glaring at me while Marie and Rachel laugh at my little joke. "Oh my god, Arizona, that was like what, four years ago?" Will says, shaking his head in disproval. I giggle, nodding my head that he was right about it. "What are you guys even talking about?" Dalton asks, confused obviously. He was just as confused as the other people. "When we were in si-" "Don't Ari," "Sixth grade, Autu-" "I swear to god, Naveen-" "She used to have a-" "Don't you freaking dare-" "Crush on-" "Nope, Arizona." "Will." Autumn and Will both had interferred in me saying my words, but I got it out anyways. Now they were both shooting glares, at my face, which kept me laughing in my own little bubble, that Dana somehow kept his arm through. "I thought we made a truce to never speak those words," Autumn hisses, embarrassed of her crush she had. I laugh again, smirking at her. "Its not embarassing," I say, catching my cool a little. "It's a crush, it was natural." She scoffs, shaking her head.

The bell finally rang after Autumns few failed attempts at killing me, and Will's words of fiery- which had to be things like, "you're not my friend anymore"- and we all head off to homeroom. I'm exhausted when we make it to lunch, and fall down in my lunch seat, not bothering to get up for my daily salad. I have been on a vegeterian diet since the seventh grade, and the way it went was for me to only pick one day out of a week to eat meat, and the rest no dairy at all. I cheated by always having cheese, chocalate milk, and ice cream. Those were a part of my life so I wasn't going to push it out of it so I could have that flat stomach I wanted so badly. I have it anyways so it didn't really matter. "The purpose of poems is too express yourselves, not get an A in English," Autumn was saying to Rachel. Rachel and Autumn were one of the most academic people I knew, and to say they were smart was an understatement. They did it both in different ways, though. Autumn did it for herself, and Rachel did it for the letter 'A' on her report card. So Rachel didn't really care about anything other than sucess when it came to school, hoping she can make her way to Havard. Autumn was making it the way she wanted it, but she didn't know what college she wanted. She just knew to study atronomy. Marie, and I, were looking for the same and only thing, the arts. She wants to be an actress, and I want to be a singer, or music therapist. We could both study that at ADMA, American Dramatic and Musical Academy, like I had mentioned to Dana previously. Thats our plan. As for everyone else, I had no idea.

"No, its for the grade," Rachel argues, shaking her head. "Not everyone thinks of it like you," Autumn says, crossing her arms. "Not every thinks it like you," Rachel mimicks her moves. "On my point of view, I agree with Autumn, but it could be either way," I mention to them, which caused Autumn to stick her tounge out at Rachel, who rolls her eyes. "Ha!" Autumn says, a victory smile crossing her face, and Dana finally comes up, wrapping his arm around my waist, and sits down beside me. He kisses my cheek, before taking a huge bite of his chicken. The boys finally get settled, all of them eating chicken while Autumn has the same, and Rachel has a chicken salad. Dana looks over at me, pulling his eyebrows together. "Want some?" He asks, his mouth empty, so he wouldn't spray any food. I shake my head rapidly, "I already had my meat day this week." His eyebrows come together even more, questions seeming to go through his mind. "Im a vegeterian for six days a week," I explain. Its how I got my flat stomch. Autumns shakes her head when Dana opens his mouth, "Don't question it." And inside her mouth her chicken went. "Why don't you have food at the moment, then?" He asked, and I partially answer with a shrug, "I'm not hungry now." "But you didn't have breakfast either." He frowns, narrowing his eyes at the plate before him. "I never eat breakfast, and dont worry about it, I don't starve myself." I used too, but I wasn't telling him that. He sighs, but he still has a type of worry written on his face. "I'm taking you out to dinner, and you're going to eat all the salad or non-meat stuff you want," I roll my eyes, but smile at him. At least he shows that he cares, I think. I shouldn't fall for these things, though. Thats what would get me to fall in love. "To bad your going to Maries, tonight." I kiss his cheek, and he turns afterwards. "Tomorrow than." I giggle, than pat his cheek, "Its a date, Mr. Vaughns."

(A/N sorry it wasnt much, I dont even consider this a chapter actually, but i wanted to update so yay.)