How I Played the Playboy

Chapter 4

I'll try to update more! School just ended and now its time for SUMMER!!! Meaning I'm locked up in my room writing stories for you..... Ugh. Jk! Ily all sooooo much!

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Anthony pulls up onto my long, circular driveway. He looks up and the three story house in awe. That's pretty much everyone else's reaction to my house.

"This," he points. "This is your house?!"

"Uhm.... Ya."

"I didn't know you were a rich kid."

"Do you have a problem with me being one?"

"Nah."

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow." I pick up my backpack and open the car door.

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Once I'm inside the house, I kick of my shoes and drop my bag on the marble tiles. I run up the large spiral staircase into my bedroom.

Its a really large room, the walls painted baby blue and decorated with cream coloured floral wall stickers. A desk hides in the corner covered with papers, pencils, and rainbow sticky notes. Beside the desk is a large, white bookcase that feature all my favourite series - Divergent, Heroes of Olympus, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and more.

A four poster bed lies against another wall. Transparent blue fabric drapes over the corners, surrounding the bed and fluffy white and blue blankets cover it. Two white sidetables stand on either side of the bed, each one with a blue lamp, one with an alarm clock. To the other wall is my walk-in closet complete with hangers, shelves, and more storage.

I jump up onto the bed my back against the soft fabric. My cell phone rings and I check my text messages.

Hello princess, safe in your castle?

The number is not one I recognize. I respond immediatley

Who is this?

You don't remember you prince who took you to your palace?

Anthony Roberts.

Courtney Clarke.

Please don't call me princess.

Whatever my little queen.

Ugggghh!!

What?

You're. So. Annoying!!!

;)

I ignore him after that. I should really get started on my homework, though. I remove my books from my backpack and spread them out on my desk along with pencils and erasers. I put on my glasses and hit the books.

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I step out of the shower, and wring water from my hair, then wrapping it in a towel. After I dry off, I change into a pair of fluffy, pink pyjama pants decorated with penguins (don't judge) and pull on a loose white t-shirt. Its a guy's shirt so that's why it's, like, ten times bigger for my small frame.

I snatch my mint headphones (yeah, they're beats) from the side table and my phone before hopping onto the bed. I scroll through my playlists, turning the volume all the way up and escaping into my musical world.

A couple minutes later I think I hear the door ring but it's probably my imagination. Then I hear Giselle's voice and another - someone who I can't really make out. It's definitely a male's voice. I don't know. I just continue to listen to my music. Then a knock at my door.

"Giselle?" I say as I lower the volume of my headphones. "Is that you?"

The door opens and (surprise, surprise) Anthony Roberts leans against the doorframe.

"You!" I nearly shout.

"Yes, its me," he point towards himself. "No need to remind me, I know quite well who I am thanks."

"What are you doing here? Who gave you permission to come in here?"

"Well, I --"

"Get out."

"I was just about to explain myself!"

"Just, no. Just. OUT!!"

"Is it that time of the month?"

"Oh my GOD!!"

"Yes it is." He lets himself into my room.

"Ugggghhhh!!!" I groan. "Why are you here?"

"Are you gonna interrupt me again?"

"No."

"Okay then," he sits down at my desk and picks up my glasses. "You have glasses?"

"Yes I do, just explain."

"Well, you stopped replying to my texts so I just wanted to make sure that you weren't dead or abducted by aliens or any shit like that."

"First of all, please don't swear in my house. Second, who even let you in?"

"That old woman of yours. Apparently you're helping me study the different parts of a frog that we'll be dissecting next week."

"But we disected frogs last week."

"I happen to be a good liar, Ms. Clarke." He leans back in the chair.

"That's why you're a playboy, Mr. Roberts."

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Well! That took a while! Yeah.... Sorry 'bout that. No updates next week though. I'll be away from wifi and enjoying my time at summer camp.