The Player's Girl

Chapter 14 (Re-written)

Author's note-

Hey! This is a shorter chapter, more of a filler really. I hope you like!

My eyes open to see Kyle's tan chest laying next to me. My head is spinning and I feel as if there is a rock in my stomach.

Side effect of drinking too much- hangovers.

Looking around myself, I see a blanket covering both of us, which I am thankful for. The top of my baby is closed, so at least the whole world doesn't know we had sex in my car.

Kyle's eyes flutter, still sleeping. He looks peaceful and soft. Something I never thought I would see in him. 

I grab my bra and underwear from the floor and slide them on.

I never planned on us having sex. It happened. We were both drunk. I just hope this doesn't change anything. 

I feel Kyle's fingers on mine as I hook my back strap. I smile.

"Good morning," I say, looking over my shoulder. Kyle has a sly smile on his face.

"It is a good morning," he answers. His eyes are not looking at my face.

"Hmm," I say, a grin on my face. He chuckles, grabbing his boxers.

"You are so sexy, Hailey. Distractedly sexy," I hear him mumble.

After we both get dressed again, I check my phone, letting Kyle drive.

I have three missed calls, and ten new messages.

Two calls are from Zach, one is from... Adrian.

Five message are from Zach:

Where are you babe?

You miss me?

I don't want to have to tell everyone, but I will.

Don't make me.

I love you.

I roll my eyes and brain sigh. This is going to get old.

Two messages from Dad, telling me how proud he is of me, that I haven't gotten in trouble.

And then, three messages from Adrian.

My finger slowly hovers over the his name, before clicking to see the messages.

Halys, I'm sorry. I was a stupid jerk. I know words can't explain the pain I put you through, but please talk to me.

I was the biggest asshole there ever was. I still am, but I want to make adamants.

Where are you?

The latest one stuck in my head.

Where are you?

What is that supposed to mean?

"I'll see you later. Okay?" Kyle's voice says, drawing me from my text.

When I look up, I see that we are at his house.

"Okay," I answer. He leans in a gives me a kiss on my cheek which makes my stomach flutter. It's a good distraction. 

Driving home, the text keeps bothering me.

Why does Adrian want to talk to me? It's been two years, I would've thought he had moved on.

Is he just trying to hurt me?

I just don't get it.

Pulling back into my driveway, I see a red Chevy pick-up truck.

My eyes shift to see him sitting on my front steps.

Adrian.