The Player and the Played

37. The End For Now

"Ty?" I asked, hesitant.

"Hailey," he replied, curtly.

"We need to talk."

"Okay," he replied, his face betraying no emotion. But why would it? I doubted he was as nervous as me.

"I-uh-you can explain?" I kind of asked.

"What?"

"I meant that you can explain what really happened. I ran out on you the other day and didn't see you for a week and never gave you the chance to explain."

"You're the most  perfect girl I've ever met," he stated, his eyes wide. I blushed and said nothing. "Even though you don't know how to take a compliment. I mean it, though. No one would give me a second chance."

"Believe it or not, Reese convinced me. So did Zach, actually. I can't take credit. And instead of spending time thanking me for letting you explain you could explain. It's my fault for not letting you explain in the first place. I just assumed that you had because you never denied it. I should have trusted you more."

"Instead Of spending time blaming yourself, you could let me explain?" he said, mirroring my words with a smirk. "In the beginning of the year, when Zach broke up with you, he told me that you had been a bitch and had broken his heart and had become jealous for no reason. He bet that even I couldn't crack your 'cold exterior'. The deal was that if I could get you to trust me and go to Prom, I'd win. It was for forty bucks. If I'd known, i would never have agreed in the first place."

"Did you take the forty bucks?"

"What? No! Jesus Christ, Hailey! Losing you isn't worth forty bucks from a bet that I'd already ended. You're priceless. I'm not that kind of guy."

"I know, I was joking."

"So, we good?" Wow, did he really think that he could just get back in my good books after one paragraph of an explanation?

"We're good," I replied, beaming. Ah well, I am kind of whipped.

"Then, Hailey Greene, will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend for the second time?" he asked, his green eyes shining with an emotion that was maybe hope?

"Every one deserves second chances," I murmured as I leaned up to kiss him. He tasted of punch and the kiss was sweet. It wasnt hard or hot like kisses I had become accustomed to. It had a sense of controlled desperation behind it but it wasn't hesitant at all. It did, however have all the fireworks that I'd read about. It did give me that electrifying feeling and most of all, it made me feel like we were sharing something special, something secret, something treasured.

"Ty?" I whispered against his lips.

"Yeah?" he asked, breaking away.

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I think I'm in love with you too," he said as he kissed me a little more. And it was, overall, a perfect moment. Not my first kiss ever, but my first kiss with him. He wasn't my first love but he was the one that mattered. He wasn't my first anything, really, but I hoped he'd be my last.

And that's how the Played Girl escapes her stereotype and the Player Guy escapes his till they had created a space that was only for the two of them, where they could be whoever they wanted and where they could be loved.

That's the story of The Player And The Played

A/N
The end but not really. Epilogues coming and it's set in the first vacations after they've gone off to college. There may or may not be some bonus chapters because after editing this and adding music, I'm going to work on this other book idea I've had.

It's a girlxgirl story set in a dystopian era and I'm really excited to continue it. I'm not sure whether I'll put it on Wattpad or not. If you guys are interested, I will, though.

Anyway.

Tomorrow marks one year of the book and it's over woohoo!

I'll work on the epilogue soon which will be in third person and post it in a few days.

Love y'all

Xoxo

Anu.