Playing The Player

:Chapter Twenty-Eight:

"I don't get the jealously idea," I admitted for the thirtieth time that night, "It just doesn't make any sense to me. Isn't trying to make some jealous a bad thing?"

Courtney rolled her eyes before adding a third coat of mascara onto my lashes. "Hails, I love you and you know that I don't want to hurt you, but I swear to God, if you ask that question one more time then I will stab you in the eye with this mascara brush, is that understood?"

I nodded meekly.

"It works," began Courtney in a posh accent, "Because when he's jealous, he wants you. And when he wants you, then that means he likes you."

I tried to look as though I understood what she was saying, but truthfully, it didn't make any sense. Sure, he might want you if you made him jealous, but what happened afterwards? What happens if he asked you out and everything seemed perfect, but once he had you, wasn't he going to get bored without the games?

Courtney gave my face a satisfying look before fluffing up my blonde hair which had been lightly waved and was now slightly sparkling with some product she had put in. Not to sound vain or anything, but she had made my hair look the exact same as Blake Lively's.

And we all knew she was hot.

Courtney handed me a scrap of material, and I looked at it blankly. "It's a dress," She said impatiently, holding it up and shaking it out.

My eyes widened. It was black, went mid-thigh, and made of lace. "No. Definitely not," I said, voicing my thoughts. "No, never."

Courtney smirked. "You really think I can't get you to put on this dress?"

Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of a mirror, a pout on my face as I analysed myself in the mirror. I had to admit, it looked good, but it was a little too flashy and showed too much skin for my taste. I turned to the side; it was amazing how skinny I looked with the leather jacket Courtney had given me, but still...

"This idea is stupid," I mumbled, grasping the sleeves of the jacket to pull it off, "He's not going to get jealous and I don't care whether he does or not."

Courtney glared at me.

Half an hour later, we were walking through the front door of whoever's party it was. I had been worried that we'd been kicked out, but it seemed as though if you were wearing a short dress, had a ton of make up and you and looked even slightly ready to have fun, then they'd let you in.

Damn it.

The rave music was already starting to give me headache, and I had only been here a few minutes. With the doush-doush-doush music pumping through my head like a cyclone or something, I could barely hear what Courtney was shouting in my ear. I vaguely heard the words 'find' and 'Blake', and assumed that she wanted me to find him. I tried tugging the dress down a little lower, but Courtney slapped my fingers before agreeing to be led off by a cute blonde guy, giving me one last frantic look before disappearing.

Great, now I was on my own. I could recognize a few people from my school, but most of them I didn't know; these rave parties were crazy, and they definitely weren't my thing. It was ten times crazier than the party Nina had held, and that was definitely saying something.

"Heeeeeeey," someone slurred next to me.

I turned around, scrunching my nose at the alcoholic breath, and saw it was Melissa Waters, one of the cheerleaders, bubbly and always nice although she was a little on the not-so-intelligent side. "Oh, hey Melissa."

Melissa grinned toothily at me, and if I had been able to, I would've taken a step back. She was obviously super drunk. "You're that nerd chick, yeah? Harley?"

"Hayleigh," I corrected.

"You look nice today, you actually look a bit boring most of the time," Melissa said truthfully, slightly wobbling on her heels, "What are you doing here? Don't you normally do nothing except study and stuff? What are you doing here?"

I frowned. What was I doing here? Sure, I knew I was supposed to make Blake jealous, but to be honest, I had no idea how to do that. "I - I don't know," I admitted.

"Is it a guy?" Melissa tried to imitate the knowing look. "It usually is."

I bit my lip. "Yeah... Have you seen Blake anywhere?"

Melissa nodded slowly, her eyes slowing closing as she started to sway to the music. "Yeah, I think he was getting a drink in the kitchen."

Saying goodbye to her, I quickly made my way to the kitchen, weaving through a bunch of people. A hand grasped onto my arm, and I abruptly stopped, turning again to see who it was.

Wow, he-llo there.

While Blake was one of those skater badass guys, this guy looked like the typical, adorably cute surfer boy. With his darkish blonde hair that covered his forehead and his eyes, which I could see were a brilliant green even in the light, this boy was gorgeous, and with the looks he was giving me, I felt as though it was pretty safe to assume that he was thinking the same thing about me.

There was only one problem, and it started with B and rhymed with 'sake.'

I opened my mouth quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea of me. "Look, you're super cute, and if I were a normal seventeen year old who doesn't have a massive crush on this other guy then I would so talk to you, but the truth is that I really like him and that's the only reason why I came tonight, seriously I don't even like parties, they give me a massive headache but my friend Courtney thought it would be a great idea if I came looking amazing to make the guy I like jealous but I don't know how to do that so I'm just going to go and talk to him and hope for the best and wow I can't believe I just told you all that."

He looked at me, amused.

I was mortified to say the least. "God, I am so sorry. You must think I'm completely crazy and - "

He placed a finger gently on my lips. "I don't think you're crazy," He said, smiling slightly, "So who's the lucky guy?"

I shrugged. "His name's Blake... Blake Carter."

Recognition and surprise flickered in his eyes. "Blake?"

"Yeah, do you know him?"

He smirked. "You could say that. Luckily for you, I know where he is... a few metres behind you." He lowered his lips to my ear. "Even more luckily for you, I'm all too willing to help you make him jealous."

A smile rose on my own lips. "Really?"

"Yes. First thing, cup your hands around my face."

I did as he said, liking the warmth he provided.

"Next, turn your head slightly to the left so our lips are almost touching."

I did as he said, letting a smile curve over my lips as I imagined Blake being jealous. It was mean, but it wasn't like I was tricking this guy. He knew what he was doing. I pressed our bodies together, looking adoringly into his eyes.

"Mission accomplished," He whispered, just as he was forcefully wrenched from me.

And looking as jealous as hell... Blake Carter.

Mission accomplished indeed.

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