He's the Principals Son?

In the closet...

A/N: Yea, sorryy for being gone for so long. I've been doing many other things. 

Because I haven't been on in a while I'll try to make this chapter as long as I can.

To the readers that's been reading from day one, I've changed the playboy's name to James. So Nathan is no more. 

Still, I hope you enjoy this chapter ^v^

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*Kristine POV*

Saturday came faster than I expected. It had been two weeks since the stupid little playboy had been put in my care. Last weekend he came to my house and forced me go out with him.

I went downstair, sat on the cough and clicked on my tv. Today was the day I relax. No hearing his jackassy name nor hear his jackass-y voice. James gets on my nerves! 

I flicked through the channels for a few minutes before settling with watching ridiculous; I needed a few laughs. I got up and went to the kitchen, looking for something to eat. It wasn't long until I found popcorn in my cabinet. I took it out and popped it in the microwave. Just then my phone rang. 

Crap, who could that be!? I told Katy to leave me be this weekend. 

Once I pressed the start button on the mechine I speeded out the kitchen, hitting my toe on the doorway. I was tempted to scream but I held it in since I didn't know if my aunt was upstairs sleep or not. I heard my phone go off again then jump over the couch and grabbing my phone from the table in front. I looked at the caller and it said unknown... I anwsered thinking it was Katy; sometimes she would call from unknown numbers (heaven know why). 

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone uncertainly. "Katy?"

"Katy." Said an arrogent tone through the phone. "Why would I be Katy?" That voice made the grip on my phone tighten. 

"How the hell did you get my cell number!?" I shouted into the phone. 

"My dad gave it to me."James said almost as if he just yawned. "I told him that I wanted to call you to work on the project and he gave it to me gracfully." 

"You arrogant son of a-"

"Hey, hey, Language" He said playfully. "You wouldn't want me to tell Mr.Principle his little prodigy has brightly colored vocabulary." My eye twitched and i took a deep breath; If i didn't i'm sure I would you that bright vocabulary would be brighter than the sun. 

"So, You lie to your father, huh?" I said, not only trying to change the subject but also trying to make him feel some guilt. "I would never trust you if you were my son."

"I didn't lie, princess." He said, sounding a bit stern. "What I told him is the truth."

"And..." I hesitated to asked. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him that I wanted to call you becuase you said you were going to come over and I wanted to make sure it was true." He said with speed. 

"WHAT!?" I shouted. My other hand gripped my yoga pants, trying not to grab something and throw it. "I refuse to go over your house!" 

"Well, my dad said he was looking forward to it and would call home to see that you came." He said a little like he was bragging. "He would be very disappointed if you didn't come. And you did tell me you'd come over this weekend." I kept my mouth shut for a minute and thought to myself. Going over his house... a lot of things could happen. It might even be a repeat of the autotoruim sence. But if I don't go then... Mr. Lawrence will think I bailed out on him to do something more important... ughhhhhh!!!