The Player's Toy

Chapter 3

I'm sorry guys, don't worry! You'll figure out his name soon later. -G

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Gwen's POV: 

I took the book home and read it, it was really really boring. I flicked through the pages and ended up on the back of the book, with his name clearly written on it. 

Please return this book to: Henry Anderson

I felt myself bubble up, Henry...That is in fact, one hot name. 

Henry's POV: 

Thank goodness, I brought spare clothes today. I would of been entering my house with no shirt on, which would be a huge embarassment considering I was never the type to just go around shirtless. I knew this was going to happen one way or another, I was always bullied...I knew it was going to be the same the continuous of guys getting jealous and girls going high heels in love with me. I just don't get the big deal, even if I wore glasses or acted with such bad attitude, I still managed to get the same attention all over again.

"Yo, bro. How was second day of school...get any chicks?" Luke jumped onto my bed as he watched me boredly read a book.

"It was amazing, someone poured a drink on my shirt and tried to punch me." I replied with sarcasm. I looked up from my book and sighed, "I also lost my favourite book."

Luke narrowed his eyes,"This is why..you don't bring novels to school like that. It's going to get ruined one way or another. Can't you just for once, interact with someone...? Like be a social person for once?" Luke replied. I pressed my lips into a thin line, before I said my next sentence.

"I don't need friends...I don't need anyone in fact. I like being by myself and having to be able to read all the time." I looked back down and continued to read.

"Bro, you can't live like this. I know you love books, but don't all books have interaction in them? I thought you learned from those books...I suggest you take that heart to heart because I don't want you to be a person who will be alone all the time." Luke got up from my bed and placed his hand on my shoulder. I looked up, he looked into my eyes in a brotherly way. 

"I'm saying this..because I care." And with that, he left my room leaving me to repeat that sentence over and over again. I placed my book away and took out my sketch pad, I picked up my pencil and started to draw. I felt my fingers grip tightly onto the pencil, I don't want to draw.  I did my final stroke..the pencil broke. I pushed the sketch pad away, I didn't realise I was breathing heavily. I looked at the sketch pad again and ripped the page out, throwing it into my bin. I took my glasses off and placed it down onto the desk. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. 

Gwen's POV:

I couldn't do this, I took out my laptop and decided to search up the summary of 'To Kill A Mockingbird' , oh my gosh seriously? So boring. I was expecting a bit of romance in the book but no...not even a bit of romance in it. Argh...this is so boring, why would he be reading books like this? I placed the book to my bed side table and sighed. I decided to go on facebook and scroll through my notifications and messages, so much messages and notifications. An idea popped in my mind again, I wonder if Henry has facebook. I typed his name in the search button, he wasn't found at all. He doesn't have facebook? I gawked...how does he not have facebook? Everyone has facebook! EVERYONE! What is he? His just so confusing in so many ways, his such a nerd but a complete hottie. I glanced at my last text message by Brody, "Babez, Goodnight sleep tight. Love you." I looked at the text message in disgust. 

"Brody, we're over. Goodbye." I texted back.