Once, Twice, Three times a Player

New story you guys. This is a story I’ve been wanting to do for a while. It’s just a fun loving story so I hope you enjoy :)

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The scenery changes, but the situation never does. A new girl in a new town at a new school. I stay out and party, stay nights with boys and on rare occasions, even make a few friends who'll let me stay the night. I never like to stay at home. Or what home am I even talking about? I don't have one. Not really. I just move from town to town. The place I live is never really a home because I refuse to make it one since we'll leave anyways. My father and I don't really get along and we lead very separate lives. I've been basically independent since I was 14. 

I texted my father that I'd already enrolled myself in school and I'd be starting immediately. He probably already knew considering this is what I always do, but I made sure to text him anyways.

I looked in my mirror at the stop light a block before the school. I had on mascara, white eyeshadow, and dark red chap stick on. Simple and not attention hogging or cake facey. I like to be more natural and just me.

My outfit consisted of a red, skin tight, V neck 3 quarter sleeve sweater that showed off my 36C boobs nicely but not in the whore way where they’re all revealed and bouncing up close enough to give someone a black eye if I jumped. My pants are solid black skinny jeans that show off my toned legs and nice ass. My shoes are a simple pair of red Toms. I have a pair for every outfit because whatever my dad does, he makes a lot of money doing it. At least it was a perk versus the many flaws that his job consisted of.

I pulled up to my new school in Florida. Richwood High School. The look of it would intimidate the average student. It was large and almost castle-like. Crisp, red bricks covered the outside of the school and there was an iron fence you had to pass through to get in that was three times the necessary height. It was obvious this school was very concerned with image. A mischievous smile lit up my face at the thoughts of what I could do to this beloved school’s reputation.

I parked my car and locked it. I grabbed my leather messenger bag and headed to the front office.

“Hello dear, how may I help you?” the plump lady from behind the desk asked. I was too stunned to speak for a moment because her hair was a bright red that shocked my brain to the point of incomprehension.

“Um, yeah I’m new here,” I replied. “Aiala Keller.” (pronounced I-ay-la)

“Oh we were expecting you,” she said and then rattled on in her sugary sweet honey voice. Normal kids like nice people, but they just get on my nerves. Everyone is mean. Whether you cover it up or embrace it is up to you.

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever dude, I need my schedule and a map and then I’ll be out of here,” I interrupted. Her face was shocked, but I lacked the humanity to care.

She shoved the papers to me wordlessly and then left the room. 

I roamed the hallways in search of classroom A124. After around 10 minutes of searching I finally found it. It’s Chemistry class with a guy named Dr. Banks.

I swung the door open and a noticeable thud was made. A satisfying smirk flew onto my face as I waltzed in. 

“Aiala, I’ve heard things about you,” the doctor said looking at me with a playful disapproving expression. I was curious as to why, but not curious enough to ask.

“Oh Doc, you listen to stories about me? Shame, shame,” I tutted. My smirk grew and I didn’t attempt to stop it. He rolled his eyes and pushed his non existent hair off of his wrinkled forehead.