Playing the Playboy (EDITING!)

Chapter One: A not so great plan

Chapter One: A not so great plan

With dark hazel eyes, i watched my best friend, Kase, walk toward my lunch table. I eyed her for a moment before looking back down to my book, expecting her to sit down. Her hands slammed so hard down on the table, i jumped up and took a few steps back, holding my book protectively to my chest as people stared at us. Luce's lip curled as she narrowed her eyes.  

"Take a damn picture, it lasts longer, idiots," she retorted.  

I stared at her with doe like eyes before she sighed, running her fingers through her gorgeous blond hair and sitting down. "Is it okay for me to sit now?" I asked quietly as i continued to stare at her figure. 

She nodded before laying her hands on the table and looking at me. "I have one, just one thing on my mind at the moment and it is not a pleasant one. I mean when are any of the things on my mind pleasant? Never. But anyways, there's this boy and he is an ass. A major one -" She stopped, her eyes scanning the people who were eavesdropping on us. "Can we talk some where else without these nosy fucking people?"  

I glanced around before nodding. "Yeah, give me a moment, okay?" I grabbed my messanger bag from the floor and placed my book in it before standing. 

Kase didn't waste any time in grabbing my wrist and hauling me out of there. I stumbled over my own two feet, following behind her the best i could. "Wh-where are we going?" I asked quietly, afraid to actually make her angrier than she was.  

She glanced over her shoulder at me before continuing down the same hallway. "Outside. Where else are we going to get privacy? The janitors closet? Sorry, but no. Do you know how many people have been in there doing the nasty? Too many to count," she muttered with a shake of her head. 

I shuddered at the thought.  

She propelled me out the door, almost making me fall yet again but i regained my balance long enough for her to push on my shoulder, making me sit down at the concert bench. I looked up at her, brushing my dark hair away from my face. "Talk?" I squeaked out as she loomed over me.  

"I am sick and tired of that asshole's games! He is going to be the death of me, i swear. God, i can't stand him" she muttered as she began to pace.  

I knew exactly who she was talking about. 

"Then why do you keep going back to him? Why do you keep chasing him?" I asked softly as i began to pick at the imaginary strings on my shirt. 

"Because! Gah! I'm trying to beat him at his own game and i just can't do it! Once i get close enough he snatches me back into his clutches and i'm the one who usually ends up being played! I'm sick of it! But i want someone to play him! Show him how it feels! That arrogant bastard," she muttered the last part but i still caught it. 

Sighing softly, i ran my hand through my hair and shrugged softly. "Sorry, Kase, i can't help you. Have one of your drama friends do it." 

Kase watched me for a moment before her lips turned upward into a grin. "Waverly Rose Peirce! You little mastermind you," she walked toward me and pinched my cheeks softly before cupping my face in her hands. 

Confused, i looked at her. "What?" 

Her grin didn't move. "You're going to play him. You're perfect!" 

I felt my heart drop, along with my stomach. "N-no" 

"Why not?!" 

"B-because..." 

"That's not a good enough excuse, Lee."  

"Yes it is." 

"No it's not and you know it's not."