A Player's Game

Chapter 10: Hurt Me

Nate sat down beside me and glanced at Logan's hands holding mine. He wore a pair of khakis and a shirt from the soccer championship the team won this past fall. It fit him well. It showed off his muscular arms, but hid his defined abdomen. Nate had these blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean. They were a light blue with a similar color to turquoise near the iris. His hair was short, kind of like Logans, and was a sandy color, coincidentally to go with his ocean blue eyes.

"What's going on between you guys?" he moved his stare from mine and Logan's hands to my eyes. I quickly turned my head to face Logan and we both pulled our hands away at the same time.

"Nothing is going on. Why are you here?" I questioned in an annoyed tone.

"I told you, I want to talk to you"

"And I told you to leave me alone, I guess we both aren't getting what we want today" Logan chuckled at what I said to Nate.

"Why are you with him Stella?" Nate looked at Logan, then back at me continuing with what he was saying whether I liked it or not. "I don't understand, you guys will never have what we have. Stella, he will use you and then throw you away like you were some piece of garbage. Sure he's friends with you now, but he'll push and push, until soon enough you'll fall for him, and you won't be able to get rid of those feelings. He'll play you, he'll pretend he loves you back and then he'll get in your pants cause that's what every guy around here wants to do and then he'll pretend it never happened. He only likes you for your body Stella, don't you see that? Don't be stupid Stel" did he just say that? Nate just made me so furious all the time, I wanted to punch him, again. I had to leave this conversation.

"Seriously? 'Don't be stupid'? Trust me, I don't make the same mistake twice Nate" I grabbed my gym bag and got up to leave. I stood beside Nate and stopped to look down at him. "Go to hell" I voiced calmly, but with an irritated tone, finishing the conversation. That felt good, but what he said didn't.

I walked away as I felt a tear welling up in my eye and wiped it before it could fall down my face. I considered what Nate said. Could it be true? I mean what Nate said, that's practically what he did to me. Last year he pretended to be my friend, then I loved him,  and then he threw me away like I was garbage. What if that's what Logan was doing and I just didn't see it. But Logan promised. He said that I could trust him and said he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. I started to feel tears running down my face. Now thanks to Nate, I don't know what to believe. I made my way down the hall and stopped in front of my locker. I opened it and leaned forward so the locker door would hide my tear-stained face and then I sobbed into my locker. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see the owner of the hand.

"Logan, what are you doing?" I inquired while I wiped the tears off my face.

"You don't believe Nate do you?" he answered my question with another question.

"I don't know what to believe right now, I just need some time."

"You know what? Take all the time you need" he voiced sounding irritated, then turned around and took a step to walk away, but then he turned back to face me. "Stella, I actually thought we were friends, I thought I could trust you and you could trust me, and that we had an understanding on that. But I guess if you believe Nate more than me, you really do need some time to get your priorities straight. I'm tired of you thinking that you're entitled to hurt anyone you want because they apparently do that to other people. Here's a news flash for you Stella, people get hurt and then they get over it, it's a part of life, it's a part of high school, and you need to realize that. You're so afraid of getting hurt by people, well guess what? You just hurt me." I didn't respond, I just saw a blurred vision of him walking away. He didn't call me Jones, he called me Stella which meant he was serious.