Best Friends with the Player ✔️ (The Player #1)

Chapter Two-

I threw my dinner at Daemon the first time we met. Or at least that's what my mom and Mrs Matthew's have told us over and over again. We were too young to know what we were doing back then anyways. It was a blend of steamed pumpkin and potatoes.

The following eight years was an all-out war between the two of us. Daemon could pretty much hold a grudge back then. He still can today.

One time in second grade, he'd pushed me into a huge puddle with god knows what in it. I'd ran home, showered quickly before mom got back from work and held back any tears that threatened to fall. That night, I snuck over to the Matthews' house and poured water all over Daemon's X-Box.

I remembered the year we became close. That year Mr Matthews found out he had cancer. I couldn't quite find it in me to carry on our age long feud.

Nine years on, and we couldn't be more different.

Daemon was Daemon. The Daemon Matthews as everyone addressed him. 

Quarterback for the school's football team, a shoe-in for Homecoming King and the player. If there was an award for being a player, Daemon Matthews would get it in a heartbeat.

I was none of those, and not just because I was lacking of a vital equipment between the legs, but I didn't even measure up even in girl terms. 

I wasn't the head cheerleader, I was the average girl with the weird name. I wasn't a shoe-in for Homecoming Queen, quite the opposite I'd be lucky to even consider going to Homecoming. And last but definitely not the least, I was not a player. Dammit, I haven't even gone out on a date, let alone be kissed.

 No one wanted me. They only tolerated my existence because of Daemon who stood up for me after second grade.

That being said, I had no other friend. So that led to the conversation I was having with good old mom this morning.

"I'm just saying sweetheart," she continued after seeing my eye-roll. "I think you need to broaden out a bit. Right Ted?" She turns to watch my father who's too busy going over the sports section to gather what we've been talking about.

Mom sighs as she sees dad's confused look. She turns back to me. "There is more to life than Daemon Matthews, darling."

"I know mom," I groan out in exasperation as I bite into the pancake caked in syrup. "My world doesn't revolve around Daemon," I continue, pausing as she stares me down, "...all the time."

"Honey, just yesterday you dropped having to do your homework to go to that party."

"I needed to be there or else..."

"Or else what?"

I couldn't tell her. Daemon and I had made a pact that we would pay a debt for each debt. That is, if I took Daemon somewhere, I would go with him anywhere he wanted me to go.

And just last week I had taken him, more like he took me in the Jag, to the Mexican Festival in Hambleton, the town thirty minutes away. I loved everything Mexican after going to Mexico to visit Aunt Marie during freshman year. Since I dragged him along to the Festival, he cashed in the debt yesterday for me to go with him to the party even though I'd told him over and over again that I wanted to avoid the pervert that is Drake Andrews.

After what happened yesterday- Drake cupping a feel – I was pretty pissed at Daemon right now.

"Or else Daemon would do something really stupid," I supplied after mom continued to wait for my answer. I got up and headed for the kitchen to dump my empty dishes into the dish-washer. "I'm running late mom. Daemon's going to be here real soon."

Mom sighed in the dramatic way she usually did. "See Ted, this is what I'm talking about. She depends on him a little bit too much."

"Moooom!" I looked out the window to spot Daemon just pulling up in the Jag. "Gotta run. Daemon's here!" I grabbed my bag, and swiftly hugged both of them before heading for the door.

"Santana!" I hear mom's voice echo behind me. I stopped, my hand around the door handle. "Try to distance yourself from Daemon, just a bit, honey. He's not really that good an association."

"He's going through some things, mom. Besides you shouldn't really be saying that about your best friend's son."

Mom sighed loud enough for me to still manage to hear her from thirty feet away. "I'm not being critical of Delancey's parenting skills, honey. Daemon Matthews is just the type of guy that parents have to warn their kids about. It's in the handbook. Besides, Delancey herself told me the other day that it would be best if you two had some time apart."

"Moooom!" I groaned out loudly just as Daemon pressed into the horn. "I gotta run! See ya later." I threw behind me behind rushing out the door, glad to avoid the third degree that were surely about to give me.

"What took you so long?" Daemon groaned out loudly. "I don't wanna be late San. This is so gonna cut into some lip time."

Yes, you heard him right. Every morning Daemon gave a girl the privilege of getting some lip action before homeroom, which is why we always left at an ungodly hour each morning.

I ignored him as I got into the car, threw my bag into the bag before fastening my seat-belt.

When I didn't give him any reply Daemon's gaze locked into me. He didn't bother to move the car despite his dislike for missing out on his morning activities.

"What are you pissed about now? Is this because I was cutting it really close last night San? I already told you I was sorry, remember? About a dozen times." He paused, waiting for me to say that I forgive him. But I didn't.

"Besides I got you back home with thirty seconds to spare."

I rolled an eye at that comment.

"Oh come now Santana," He groaned. "What do you want from me? Name it and it's yours," he paused, studying my slightly brightening expression before amending his words, "Anything within reason that is. You are not getting the keys to the Jag, sweet stuff."

I scowled darkly at him.

"The way I see it," he continued when I refused to say a word, "You owe me. After all, I was nearly to third base with Hayley, but then I had to drop your whiny ass home before curfew."

"Screw you Daemon! I could have gotten a ride if you'd told me about your intended activities once we arrived!" I snapped.

"Finally, she talks!" he exclaimed dramatically.

"And I'm not pissed about the near breach of my curfew, okay? I'm pissed because I already warned you that Drake would try something and he did!"

That shut him up for a second before he burst out, "Wait, what! What do you mean? WHAT DID ANDREWS DO?" He leaned in close enough for me to smell his after-shave and the taste of coffee beans.

My face flushed red at his nearness as I leaned back hoping to put some distance between us. Mom would be so proud.

"Nothing," I muttered, already regretting having said anything. "Let's hurry if you wanna get in some lip action."

He scowled as his expression darkened profusely. "Fuck lip action! What did that tool do? I'm gonna hunt him down and cut off his balls."

"Forget it Daemon. I don't wanna talk about it," I muttered as I leaned against the headrest and angled my face away from him, hinting at my dislike of the topic and lack of interest in talking about it.

I regretted having said anything. Stupid, stupid Santana! Can't even handle a simple flirting and grabbing! Daemon would totally laugh at me for the drama I was making out of nothing.

"Santana..."

"Drive already Matthews," I hissed, having only used his last name when I was pissed and stubborn. "I don't want to be late for homeroom."

Finally he started the engine. "This isn't done yet Santana," he muttered before driving towards school.

He muttered something under his breath about hunting, but I was too out of it to care.