Forced To Date The Playboy

Forced To Date The Playboy

I couldn't be anymore nervous standing at the doorstep of Jack Moore's mansion. Yes, Jack Moore, the most popular playboy in Riverton High.

What I am about to do right now is life threatening. What makes everything even more hard, is the fact that he is my sworn enemy, I promise to never speak to that despicable no good of a playboy. But I can't turn around and walk back into my dad's limo and drive home. I am forced to do this.

My hair is soaking wet because of the hard rain pouring outside. My navy blue lace tee tucked in my white mini skirt is soaked completely. I can't believe this is happening. Just do it Peyton.

Yes, because I'm Peyton Jones, the anti socialist in Riverton High. The girl with a best friend that is the most popular girl in school.

Doing it is under all my wills. But I have to let go of the walls and press the button.

Before my thoughts could stop me from entering death, I pressed the doorbell. Now I want to go back, pretend none of this ever happen. I still have time to ditch. I'll just pretend i'm ding dong ditching him. He deserves it anyway.

It's freezing and I'm wet. I'm not even wearing rain boots, just slippers. Oh this was so not worth it. The door isn't even opening the slightest bit.

Before I'm allowed to even start running to the cozy warm limousine, The door opens and a handsome figure is staring at me.

Ugh. Shoot. He answered the door. Not even his parents.

"I-I uh" I was stuttering. I was stuttering because of nervousness and coldness

He let out a bored glare at me. "I'm not apologizing to you-"

Before he could even think of finishing his sentence I spoke up.

Of course I don't want him to fuel my anger at this moment.

"Can I go out with you?"