The fighting player

Hi!

I’m Elizabeth Mcpoggens, my friends call me Lizzie, but I prefer to write “Lizzie” with a “y”, like Lizzy.

I am sixteen, grade ten. My friends refer to me as short, I like to think they’re just abnormally tall, I’ll let you decide I’m 5’4. Most of my friends are at least 5’6. Only two inches, I know, but they still tease me.

I have light brown hair and tanned olive skin, my eyes are said to be sapphire.

There are a couple things you should know about me, I hate squash (I mean, even the name sounds unappetising), I am really good at stunts (like parkour, bike tricks, and practically anything on the risky/dangerous side), and also I don’t believe in love.

Don’t ask why I don’t believe in love, I don’t know. Maybe it’s a trust issue, or maybe it’s because I never knew my dad and my mom died when I was six with no will. My wretched uncle got custody but went to jail two years later, for what, I don’t know. My family never really stuck together per say so I had no other family connections I knew of. My case worker researched, apparently I have an aunt, my mom’s sister I had never met. So here I was at age eight with my um, aunt? She took me in, she wasn’t around much, since she’s a showgirl starring on Broadway. I learned to cook, clean, and do everything myself. Really she just provided a roof over my head and money to sustain required amounts of necessities, such as food, toiletries, and needed clothing.

Her name is Matilda Mcpoggens. She’s actually quite kind, with a petite figure, even in comparison to mine. Her eyes glow green and her smile is warm and cheery. Her hair is hay colored, almost a honey.

I was enrolled in MacBurry Secondary Public School last year, to my dismay. All the people here are so very…hmm…stereotypical. By that I mean it’s like the clicks and social hierarchy you see in movies. Oh and of course as in every high school… a player. But who, might surprise you. That player is… me.

~Day 1 school (gr 10)~ Lizzy’s POV

After elementary, let’s just say I didn’t go to the high school everyone else went to. I live on the other side of Manhattan. But I made a few friends in grade 9. Well one best friend…whom I prefer to call my sista… I know cliché.

“Get your scrawny behind over here dimwit” Ah the sweet sound of my sista’s voice. But scrawny behind I don’t think so! Prepare for a sassy attitude.

“Oh really love, I think I’ve got a lovely bum. And I believe most if not all the male population at our school would agree.” I said triumphantly and earned a few catcalls and wolf whistles. She just rolled her eyes. Oh I forgot to mention…my “sista” is also my “wife” and my “love” also known as… Kimberly Ann Marie, or just Kim. In fact she hates if you call her Kimberly.

“Of course you do love. NOW BOYS QUIT HITTING ON MY SISTA!!” she yelled. I burst out laughing and we stumbled in through laughing fits for a hug. We regained composure and headed off to our classes, mine being chemistry and hers being math.

“See ya sweetie”

“Ok hun” I’m only girly with her I swear…unless I’m playing someone. And no I don’t do things past kissing or anything like other girls… I’m simply the girl that every guy wants but can’t have, and hey free dinner.

Brian’s POV ~Chemistry class~

Oh how I hate chemistry, actually school for that matter. Anyways the teachers can’t hate on me too much it’s my first day. Girls to the left of the back right corner where I’m situated are pointing, giggling and ogling me. Little do they know they’ve got another thing coming, you see I’m a player. No shame either, I mean they had a good time I had a good time, move on right?

“Uggg” a girl to my immediate left says she’s right beside me. I check her out deciding she’s smoking and would be my first prey. Hey, I’m a guy not gentleman, don’t judge. Why did she say ugg? She noticed me staring.

“Take a picture sweetheart, ‘cause nothing lasts forever, and that way you don’t get caught every day.” She had turned to face me and dropped her voice low almost seductive but more like challenging, then she turned back around when she had said her piece. Wow. Someone was confident, was it ‘cause I’m new? I put on my act.

“A simple picture wouldn’t capture all that beauty before the camera exploded darling, I know how that camera feels.” I said seductively. She pondered, then scoffed a little before putting on a smirk.

“Two can play a game but there’s only ever one winner.” Her voice had come out smoother than before.

“Really?” I questioned genuinely surprised. She had game?!

“Just so you know…” She dropped her pencil purposely cutting herself off and got up and bent over to pick it up. Pretty much every guy in the class had turned their attention to her except one nerd in the front actually trying to learn. A few wolf whistled and were sent glares from the teacher. She apologised to the teacher for interrupting class and sat down. Well I see where she gets her self-esteem.

“I’m Lizzy, your new right? I’ll update you, I don’t give out my number otherwise my phone would blow up and I’m known as the player of the school so… “School player huh that’s about to change.

“That’s nice Hun. I guess you break a lot of hearts then.”

She smirked again. “Check your own hands for dirt before you tell me to wash mine.” What?

“What?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“I know a fellow player when I see one, the thing is I’m better.” She smirked and began taking notes which was useless at this point it was five minutes until the bell.

I soon found out we had all our classes together. Hmmm, this should be an interesting semester. As I was leaving school someone thrust a paper at me… for a party. Tonight as a before trauma party, I thought that was funny and decided to go. I could socialise, maybe make a few friends even.