How I Played the Playboy

Chapter 6

YOUR QUESTIONS SHAK BE ANSWERED. I SPELT SHALL WRONG BUT IM TOO LAZY TO GO BACK AND CHANGE IT.... WHY IS CAPS LOCK ON???

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"What the hell do you want, Olgan?" I fold my arms and glare at his face.

"To apologize." He looks sincere but I still can't get myself to trust him.

"Well, you should've done that a couple years ago. Goodbye." I push past him to head to class. Suddenly he grabs my hand.

"I miss us." He says.

"I miss us, Courtney. I want - no. I need you. I know what I did wrong and--"

"Ya know what, Chase?" I turn around to face him. "If you really do care about me, do me one favour."

"What?"

"Fuck off." I snatch my hand away and continue walking.

"I didn't even love her like I loved you, Courtney. Listen to me!"

"No!" I whip around and shout, my voice echoing the halls. "When will you just learn to let me go, Chase?!"

He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off. "You've had your chance, and its gone."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm already with someone else, Chase. Period."

"Who? Who is the lucky guy then?"

"Anthony Roberts."

His jaw drops and he stands in silence. "Courtney. You know better then to--"

"You don't need to look after me!" I'm practically screaming by this point.

"Do you really think I am that naive?! I know who he is and what he's done, Chase! I can handle mysel--"

He tugs my shirt and pulls me in, as an attempt to kiss me, but I press my hand against his mouth to stop him.

"No." I push myself back. "I'm gonna be late for Chemistry, thanks. Goodbye." I can feel my cheeks go red as I head past him, on my heels.

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Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. I stare at the clock, impatiently tapping my feet, waiting for the bell. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. This clock is mocking me. I look down at my notes, again, trying to think of something I possibly missed. Nothing

RIIINNNGG!!

Finally. I push my way through a sea of teenagers and end up at my locker, breathing heavily. I shove things into my backpack and pull on my winter boots and jacket. My fingers brush the soft fur that lines the hood as I pull it up onto my head.

After bundling up, I head outside and wait for Anthony. I can't find his car anywhere. A dark SUV pulls up to me, in the drivers seat: Anthony, honking the horn like mad. I pull myself into the passengers seat once he stops honking.

"I was right there," I chastise him. "No need to honk so loudly!"

"Sorry mother," he responds sarcastically. I just roll my eyes as he gets driving.

"Anyways, what happened to your car, then?"

"Needs winter tires. This ones my dads."

"Oh." I look around and find a rather large duffel bag in the back seat.

"What's that?" I say, pointing.

"Hockey stuff."

"You play hockey?"