Catfishing The PLAYER

PROLOGUE

Cleo Summers sat at her table unceremoniously, nibbling on an apple carefully speculating the scene unfolding in front of her with an amused smile dancing on her lips. Although she wished she had popcorn instead. They just taste even better with all the drama. 

"Are you seriously dumping me?!" The guy who she named Bob because why not, sputters in disbelief and shock as if what the girl said was beyond his capability of reasoning. Cleo definitely agreed with the above statement with all her heart.

"Yes! That I am. It's over" the girl narrowed her eyes before flipping her hair over her shoulder. The sound of her heel clad feet the only thing that could be heard in the now still cafeteria. That and the sound of Cleo still chewing her apple rather noisily without a single regard for Bob. Why? Oh because she can.

Suddenly a laugh trickles out of her mouth and she bangs her fist against the table repeatedly unable to hold it in least bothered about how queer she looked to the onlookers. That never bothered her. People don't scare her however they do annoy her to greatest of the lengths.

"Finding it funny, huh?" Bob edges her way and she only laughs harder thoroughly amused.

"I am laughing, right?" She mopped a tear and offered the fuming Bob a wide all teeth and Cleo Summers grin.

"I am honestly not in my bestest of the moods right now, b*tch. Try me and I will make sure this is your last day at school. Now, scram" Bob hovered dangerously close to Cleo's face with his jaw clenched and his hand gripping the back of her chair with a tight force.

She tilted her face to the side to look at him and Bob leaned in closer with narrowed eyes which dared her to retaliate. She gave a one shoulder shrug before picking up her barely eaten apple and taking a large bite out of it without any consideration for  the boy glaring holes in the side of her head. Or lack thereof. Meh. Same sh*t.

"You really wanna test me?" His upper lip curled in a sneer and Cleo almost huffed out a breath at his pitifully miserable threat. She raised her hand and shoved his face away from her. God knows where that disgusting trash he called a face had been moments ago. First thing to do after this fun little run-in with just another brain deprived f*cker is to sanitize her hand which just moments ago touched that trash.

"B*tch ever get that gross thing of an excuse you call a face anywhere near me and I swear on the river Styx that I will personally prise out your testicles and play bl*ody ping pong ball with them. And don't even get me started about how much I would absolutely adore playing paintball with your  blood if you so much as ever look at me wrong. Now, scram" Bob's mouth fell open with his eyes wide with rage.

Cleo gracefully got up from her seat and brushed her jeans off of any dust. She picks up her bag and gathers her half completed notebook and two pens which were sprawled across the cafeteria table in a messy manner. Packing her bag, she slings it over her shoulder with a peppy smile on her face.

"Oh so you are still here. I guess you really have a lot of time to spare. Sorry dude but I am very much busy coming up with plans and ways to vanquish humanity's most wanted problem-stupidity of course! Now it's nothing personal but I have to get rid of you for the betterment of the future-" Bob scoffs cutting Cleo off in her thoughtful speech. Something she absolutely detested.

"I am sorry but did my still in progress speech about your strategically planned out demolition interrupted your array of unnecessary and rather pointless self expression? If no then I advice you to keep that vexing hole in your mouth tightly locked. It won't be a pretty sight when I sucker punch it shut instead" Cleo raises a brow at Bob before crossing her arms against her chest.

"Wow you really are a piece of work, no? Wonder where your parents  found ya from" Bob mocks with a smirk and Cleo grins.

"I love it when people insult me. Because it's a clear indication that I don't have to play nice anymore. Thanks jerk, I truly appreciate it from the bottom of my heart" she takes a step forward before grabbing Bob's jaw and stuffing the apple in his open mouth. She did warn that it won't be pretty. Well at least he got lucky because she didn't punch his mouth shut. Shame.