Lakers vs. Manu

Princess vs. Player

Previously on Lakers vs. Manu:

"You like?" I replied flirtatiously. "Yellow isn't my colour. I'm more of a Aston Martin kind of guy, but it's a sweet ride." his smirk never left his lips as he came closer to me, " I'm not a Laker fan, either. I prefer football, and not that stupid American sport but the real football."  

Oh my god! He did not just insult two of my favorite things and try to flirt with me. This is it. I was nice to him. Now it's war! 

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Chapter 3: Princess vs. Player.

Well now that war has been declared I have to plan a strategy. Desperately need Dia and Alex. But he doesn’t need to know that I declared. Oh no! Now that would be too fair of me. An evil smirk crept onto my face. He looked at me curiously and asked, “What? Do I have something on my face?” “No no nothing,” I replied innocently, “Nothing I just thought I need to show you something. Wanna come?” “Sure. Why not? But you realize that I just came from England on an 11 and half hour flight and flown across seven different time zones.

“I’m sure you need you rest, but honestly you have to see this!” I squealed like an excited five year old, jumping up and down. I was actually pretty excited; he is going to to fall into my trap, hook, line and sinker.

“Sure, anything for my princess,” he replied.

 “Princess? Who are you calling princess?” I asked grimacing, shit honestly princess? What the hell was wrong with this guy?

“Anyway, princess, what were you going to show me?” he asked smirking, stupid English knob.

“You know what player? Shut up and shove your ass in my car.”

“In that piece of shit? I don’t want to be caught dead in a car like that.”

“Well this is your only option so unless you want to spend the rest of your trip in an airport you will quietly and sensibly, which I know is going to be hard for you, sit in the most epic car you have ever seen and apologize to it.”

“What are you crazy?! Have you lost your American brain not that you hav-“

“Shut the fuck up! And get inside the car. I don’t have the patience for this.”

“Make me!”

“Dream on, player.”

“Are you giving me permission to?”

“What do you think?!”

“So… No?” he said looking disappointed.

I shook my head looking at him as if he was dumb and slow. “Just get in the car.”

“You don’t have to ask twice.”

“No apparently I had to ask thrice.”I snapped back at him. He just gave his smirk and settled down into my car. “I advise you to wear your seatbelt.”

“Why? Somebody care about my safety.”

I smirked evilly at him. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The look on his face was priceless. He looked scared shitless. He scurried to wear his seatbelt. “Good choice player.” I winked at him.

I then proceeded to carefully back out of the driveway, total fast and furious style. I have to admit though, that was my fastest 180 turn out of a parking slot. Poor Adam there looked as if he might have peed himself. Ah the joy of scaring British knobs.  We then sped out of the parking lot and onto the Los Angeles highway. I plugged my iPhone into the stereo and blasted burn it to the ground. I saw the player raise his eyebrows. Must overcome the urge to comment… Must! Oh fuck this. I turned off the music (what? I wasn’t going to miss the song for this knob!) and asked… scratch that. More like demanded, “You have something to say?”

“Didn’t peg you as a nickleback lover.”

“So what did you peg me down as? No wait let me guess. You thought I was more of a Carly Rae Jepsen lover didn’t you?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

“Life surprises us all doesn’t it?” I retorted and turned the music back on. The rest of the journey back home was silent. He just sat there and criticized my playlist with his expressions. I ignored him for the most part but when my favorite songs came up I watched his face. We finally reached home. That trip was one trip too much. I swear to god I do NOT want that music critic in my car again. Althoug… if he wants rides, I have something special for him. The second I parked into my drive way I swear I could hear him sigh. He looked so happy that I did not kill him that it made me smile. Goash you creeps. Stop over- reacting. I just smiled at his relief and it was more like a smirk… an evil one.

 I stopped the car and we both got out at the same time. I ran over to his side and grabbed his hand and dragged him to the garage. Oh god you pervert! NOTHING happened. I pulled him into the dark room where my most precious thing in the world was.

“Introducing my baby,” I started dramatically while leaning against it and getting ready to remove the cover. My eyes were sparkling with excitement with is the final test, he hates my baby and I’ll make him wish he was never born… maybe a tiny bit too drastic? Meh, who cares? He was still dead meat if he said a single bad thing about my baby. I pulled of the cover showing off my black Yamaha V-Max. The motorbike was shining in the darkroom and I felt so proud. When he saw it his jaw dropped to the ground. Finally something he liked huh? He kept looking at me and at my bike and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Can I drive it?” he asked still looking at it.

“It’s a she and, no way fucktard!” I snapped, Jesus what is wrong with this guy? She is MY BABY!

“Sorry, rephrase that. Can WE drive it around L.A tonight?” he asked almost pleadingly, I merely nodded

I was taken back, sure he was an idiot but that desperate look on his face made me want to smile.

“I’d love to take you out, player,” I started sarcastically, “but the Lakers are on tonight and I am not missing that out for the world! They are up against the Bulls and they have to win!” I started while covering the motorbike back up and he chuckled. “What you laughing about?”

“Nothing, just the way you talk about the Lakers. What am I going to do?” he asked over dramatically.

“What do you mean?” I asked genuinely confused.

“I told you I’m not into basketball I like football.”

“Have you ever even tried watching basketball?” I questioned.

“No, not really.”

“You haven’t? Are you shitting me? And you say you’re a real man? I doubt you even have a pair.”

“Princess I have a pair, you want to see?”  He replied standing so close to me I could feel his breath on my neck. I smirked, of course I wanted to! I wanted to see it. Use it and then dump it on its ass just to show this cocky knob who’s the biggest player and who to not mess with. I think I’ll make it pretty clear by the end of the two months.

“I have a feeling that I’ve seen better, player,” I winked at him.

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