Playing the Player

Are You Ready For It

Yes YES I KNOW. "Where the hell were you??" To answer that questions: ever since school started I've been a mess. It's only been one week and I already had 5 exams.

*see author's note at bottom*

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Vanessa's POV

*beep*

"Who the hell texts me at two in the morning?" I groaned as I got up from my interrupted slumber. I checked the caller ID and groaned loudly. The nerve of him!

Jerk: You are NOT going.

Vanessa: Well good morning to you too, jackass.

Jerk: Don't play with me princess.

Vanessa: I'm not playing. I'm tired! It's Saturday night, Aiden.

Jerk: You weren't tired Friday night flirting that guy until three in the morning.

Vanessa: So that's what this is about...

Jerk: Congrats princess you finally figured it out.

Vanessa: Don't play smart with me Cooper. I'm exhausted but that won't stop me from kicking your ass. Can we talk about this tomorrow?

Jerk: No. How do you think I reacted when I heard you making plans to go on a date with that guy?

Vanessa: Uh oh. Watch yourself Cooper you are beginning to sound jealous.

Jerk: I'm not jealous. You just broke the rules. By the way, is your wrist ok?

Vanessa: Aiden this game of ours doesn't have a say in my personal life. And yes my wrist is fine.

Jerk: It does because I say it does. Let's also not forget the surprising piece of information I found out about your so called personal life.

I bit my lip, not sure what to say. The Homecoming game was this past Friday and well, a lot went down. Fights, new enemies and tons of surprises. And to think I had thought that a poorly chosen outfit would be the worst thing to happen that night...

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"You look horrendous." It's finally the Homecoming game and I was about to enter Charlotte's car in hopes of her not commenting on my clothes. Well...a girl can dream.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" I questioned already knowing the answer. I was wearing an old pair of sweatpants and one of my many oversized hoodies. I was wearing zero makeup and had my hair up in a messy bun. I had to admit I could've put a little more effort into my appearance but, to be honest, I didn't give a shit at that point. A certain someone was annoying the hell out of me just a few hours before.

"We are going to a party not a homeless shelter." Charlotte, being the fashionista that she is, was wearing cute designer jeans with a baby blue crop top complimented with a pair of baby blue earrings.

"Who said I was going to the party? I'm going to the game to supporting my loving and amazing twin brother."

"Bullshit."

"You're right that was terrible."

"Just get your ass in the car, the game's about to start."