Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 27.

Chapter 27.

TAYLOR'S P. O. V.

I have no idea what do use as a costume since my mom insists if I give out candy, I need to have a costume. I don't even want to hand out candy. I suggested to leave the candy outside with a note instructing to only grab one and let those little snot-filled kids do it themselves. But then Zach offered to hand it out with me, and I really couldn't resist.

As soon as the bell rang signaling the end of the day, I reached my locker and threw some books in my backpack, and closed it. I walk out to the front of the school and just as I reach my car, that Chris finally fixed, I hear, "Baby girl!"

I place my backpack in the passenger seat before turning to face Zach, who was jogging towards me.

"Hey," he says, only slightly out of breath.

"Yes?"

He asks, "What time does the trick-or-treat start?" while leaning against my car right next to me.

"Six to nine. But come over around four to help with decorations because we both know I'm shit at it." He laughs lightly with me and my heart races just a bit at the sight of his dimples.

"Okay, and I'm not dressing up either."

I roll my eyes. "Just wear something stupid like a superman shirt."

"What are you dressing up as?" He stands up straight again and takes a step closer. "I'm not sure yet." I reply, opening my door to get ready to leave.

"Brown!" Someone, Blake, calls from our right.

Zach rolls his eyes. With a wave goodbye, he walks over to Blake. As I start my car, there is a pool of disappointment in the pit of my stomach because didn't hug nor kiss me. I try to shake it off, with difficulty. It's probably only because he's coming over later so it's not goodbye for today.

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"Not there!" I groan.

"Here?" Zach asks, laughing.

"Give me the damn thing." I snatch the plastic black cat from his hands and put it in the grass, towards the front of the drive way so people can see it. It pisses me off even more that he laughs at my anger.

"It's not funny!" I exclaim, entering back into my house now that we're done with decorations. It's already 5:45, and the kids start coming around at six.

"I think it is." He states, following me upstairs. He's so annoying at the moment.

"Stay down there!" I yell at him again, but he doesn't listen. I regret asking Zach for help. The past two hours he wouldn't listen to me at all, did whatever he thought was right, and laughed when I got mad about it. He's worse at decorating than me. All we did was hang fake webs, which took an hour itself, and place fake spiders with witch hats in random places. Overall it looks like crap but Zach could care less and I am too mad to change anything.

I stomp into my room and slam the door shut, locking it. I walk in my closet, already knowing my "costume". I called Lauren earlier and she gave idea of a cat. I just had to wear all black, draw whiskers, and get a headband with cat ears. A thud sounds at my bedroom door.

I just know it's Zach, and I'm not in the mood for his shit. "Go away, I'm changing!"

I undress and Zach laughs. "Why are you so mad?" I huff at his stupid question and wiggle into black skinny jeans with a black long-sleeved shirt.

I open the door and Zach has his hands on either side of the door frame, blocking my exit. "Move." My eyes are locked on his chest, refusing to look at his face.