The Player's Girl

Chapter 22 (Re-written)

Author's Note-

This is kinda a filler. Sorry! I've been pretty busy again. I don't want school to start! Ugh! Continue on now.

It's been two weeks since Adrian and I talked in the middle of the night in the kitchen. In those two weeks, many things have changed.

Prom is next week. For the last four days, they have been doing voting durning lunch for the 'Royal Court.'

If you can't tell, I hate Prom. I hate Prom, Homecoming, Snowball, pretty much any dance.

Zach has left me alone, only a couple of side glances and that's that. Kyle is okay too. He hasn't told Zach he knows, so that's good.

When I walk into lunch on Friday and see voting again, I groan.

"You got to be kidding me," I say under my breath.

Megan smiles next to me. "If you can't tell, our school takes these things very seriously."

I groan again.

"Come on," Kyle says, on the other side of me. "It will be so fun. You'll get to dance with me all night long."

"Yeah, but I have to wear a dress," I answer as we sit down.

Megan laughs.

"At least we don't have a dress code."

I roll my eyes and take the apple from Kyle's lunch.

"Like I would follow it if we did," I scoff.

"Hey," Adrian greets, siting down beside Megan.

I swallow. "Hi."

Ever since that night, I have felt different towards Adrian. I know he only came back because Dad told him too now. Even though I still hate him, I don't want him to leave. My feelings are so fucked up. 

"Did you know that you were on the ballot?" Adrian asks me, drawing me from my thoughts.

"What?" I demand.

Kyle laughs beside me.

"The 'Prom-Hater gets voted Prom Queen'. I see it now," he jokes. I punch his arm.

"I'm on the fucking ballot?" I repeat, not sure if I heard him right.

Adrian nods. "Yeah, I voted for you."

"What?"

Why the hell am I on the ballot? Everyone hates me! They all think I'm some slut!

"Don't you want to be Prom Queen?" Adrian asks, joking around.

I glare at him.

"This isn't funny," I spit.

Everyone burst into laughter around me.

"I'm sorry, but it is," Megan says, avoiding my glare.

"The Prom-Hater on the ballot. That is funny, come on babe," Kyle persists.

I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Have your laugh," I mutter.

How am I on the ballot? That just doesn't make any sense!

Everyone hates me! The teachers hate me, people hate me! The only reason Kyle and I got a C- on our project is because the stupid teacher hates me.

"Hailey, are you in there?" Megan asks.

I try to smile and nod. "Yeah."

Looking over Megan's head, I see Christy glaring at me.

She has something to do with this. I know it. 

She has to have something to do with this. Miss Popular hasn't said anything to me since I got here, but she sure has been giving me the bitch face whenever she sees me. I'm not complaining though. 

I don't want that bitch the start thinking we are friends. 

What could she be planning?