The Player And His Game

Chapter One: Japanese Food With A Sex God???

Hello thereee! Okay so, it's been a while since i've written and these past few days, ideas have been blowing up in my mind so I decided to start writting again. I know what you're probably thinking, this story must be that typical cliché love story and all but I promise to do my very best to put my own little twists in this one. I hope you guys enjoy! :) x

Chapter One: Japanese Food With A Sex God???

Finally, the final bell rang and everyone got up and started to gather their things. Before anyone was able to leave the room, Mr. Banks gave us an essay assignment which we had to do over the weekend and this earned groans and sighs in protest from the students.

Why can't teachers understand that we need a break from all these school shiznits?

I could never be more happy that this was my senior year.

I closed my locker door and leaned against it, waiting for my best friend, Izzy Hamilton.

I took out my phone and read a message that I just got from Patrick, my ever so annoying, obnoxious, sweet, baboon butt, twin brother. He told me that he was on his way home because soccer practice was cancelled today.

"Where did you get those shoes, slut? A charity box?" A high pitched voice sneered. Kimmy Anderson, everybody, your typical high school queen bee.

But I prefer the "B" to stand for bitch.

Kimmy Anderson : Queen Bitch

Suits her more. I rolled my eyes and frowned, looking down at my vans which was dirty and worn out but it still was in good shape.

As I was about to reply to her, Izzy stepped in. "Kimmy? Didn't anyone remind you to shave your woman stache this morning?"

Kimmy glared at Izzy and covered her mouth. She and Izzy were having a stare down and Kimmy rolled her eyes, stomping away with her minions just right on her heels.

"What a bitch." Izzy says bitterly.

"Thanks, Izz." I grin at her.

"No problem. Hate that bitch anyway." She said.

Kimmy and her minions were the only ones who messed with me but they never did anything other than verbally bully me because everyone in school knows I'm the twin sister of the most popular boy in school, Patrick Brooks. And my brother gets overly protective of me and he would gladly beat up someone to pulp if they messed with me.

Having your brother as the most popular heartthrob of the school had its perks but the girls who came and tried to be friends with me just so that they could get closer to my brother were nasty and horrifying

I shudder at the thought of Madison, a skimpy blonde who wore shorts that was close to a thong, "befriending" me last week and sat at our lunch table, batting her fake etlashes and twirling her nasty weave around her manicured finger at Patrick.

Gross.

When Patrick turned her down publiclly it was the most hilarious thing ever. Poor girl. I almost felt sorry for her, almost.

"Wanna go grab some food? I'm starving." Izzy said, rubbing her belly.

I laughed and nodded. It was kind of a routine for Izzy and I to go out and eat everyday after school. Not that I was complaining...

We got into my Range Rover and drove to our favorite diner. Maxi's diner. They had the best milkshakes ever. I think I started drooling once I thought about my all time favorite, the Strawberry&Blueberry milkshake with extra whipped cream.