The Player's Girl

Chapter 4 (Re-written)

I'm home for an hour before Kathy yells up the stairs at me.

"Kyle is here!" Her voice yells.

My heart thumps loudly in my chest. That little shit actually came. 

"Send him up!" I yell, trying to pick up my room.

There is a knock on my door. Shit. I'm wearing leggings and a sports bra. Shit, shit, shit. I don't want to give the wrong impression. Damn it. 

"Yeah?"I say, quickly fixing my hair.

My door opens, and Kyle walks through.

"Whoa," he says, his voice low. 

"Hi," I say, flopping down on my bed.

"Hey," he says, sitting down next to me. His eyes stare at my bare stomach.

"So, why are you such a dick?" I ask, after the long awkward pause.

Kyle laughs, laying down on my bed next to me. "I'm not a dick."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I find you interesting."

I roll my eyes. "Says the dick."

"Hailey, I'm was a player. I slept with a lot of girls, and had a lot of mind blowing sex," Kyle explains, a smirk on his lips. "But that's all in the past. I'm a better guy now." 

I laugh again and sit up so I can be eye level with him. "I don't believe any of that shit that came out of your mouth. Nice try sweetheart." Kyle's lips come down in a firm line. 

"You have no idea how bad I want to take you on this bed and I have my way with you, but I won't because I'm a better man than I used to be." My breath gets caught in my throat for a moment, but I just shake my head. 

"You are disgusting," I mutter and get off of my bed. Kyle grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. His lips suddenly find mine. At first, I'm surprised, but then I start to relax. My arms come around his neck. 

Wait, what the fuck? 

I quickly pull away and slap Kyle hard across the face. 

"What the hell?" I shout. Kyle smirks. 

"Hey, I said I wouldn't have my way with you. I never said I wouldn't kiss you," he explains. 

"Go to hell," I mutter. 

"I'm already there," he answers. 

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The next morning, when my eyes open the first thought in my mind is of the night before. I can't believe that little fucker kissed me. Well, actually I can believe it. 

Kyle is a player. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. 

Oh, if only that boy knew the half of it. 

Suddenly, as if a sign from God, Kyle himself comes bursting through my bed room door. 

"Wake up sunshine! We have school," he shouts, walking over to where I lay in my bed. I sit up on my elbows and just stare at him. 

He wears jean shorts and a blue polo shirt. His hair is perfectly messed up and looks like he took a lot of time to get it to look like that. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demand. 

He smirks. "I'm driving you to school." 

"I never said you could drive me to school superstar. I actually like driving myself, so I'm gonna have to pass," I say, climbing out of bed. Kyle just shakes his head as though he just made a funny joke that I don't know about. 

"Get ready, school starts in a half hour," and with that Kyle leaves my room. 

That son of a bitch. 

Author's note-

Hey guys! I'm sorry for the long wait, I've been busy with doing a second book. So yeah.. Vote, comment, and share! Love you!