Finding The Boy In The Player ((Book 1))

~~Chapter 11~~

♫ I Could Write A Song On My New Piano ♫

♫ I Could Sing How Love Is A Losing Battle ♫

♫ It’s Not Hard ♫

♫ It’s Not Hard ♫

 

♫ And I Could Sing About Cupid And His Shooting Arrow ♫

♫ And In The End, You’ll Find Out That My Heart Was Battered ♫

 

I groaned as I read the screen that blinded my eyes: Your Irresistible Lover

 

I rolled my eyes at the screen. Damn Ethan and his paws all over my phone!

 

I opened the phone.

 

“There’s my sugar cookie” Ethan’s voice sang on the other side of the phone.

 

“What?” I said almost choking on my own spit. Since when was he so mushy with nicknames?

 

“I said, there’s my sugar cookie!” Ethan repeated.

 

“Yea, I heard” I muttered. “Why, are you calling me that?” I asked.

 

“Because you just look good enough to eat” Ethan said in a husky voice.

 

I was really increasingly above normal temperature. “Shut up” I deadpanned.

 

“Aw is my little marshmallow blushing?” Ethan cooed on the other end.

 

“What is it exactly that you want?” I asked, changing our subject. It was just getting awkward.

 

“I wanna have breakfast with you. If that’s okay?” he asked.

 

What? Was Ethan okay? “I don’t-”

 

“Oh c’mon and get your butt to dunkin donuts!” Ethan joked.

 

“My butt’s lazy” I argued, rolling around my sheets.

 

“So are you suggesting I come over to your place and we can do something else?”, I could even hear the smile Ethan would probably put on by now.

 

“I’M GOING! THERE IN 15 MINUTES!” I screamed closing the phone in his face.

 

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I threw an outfit together. A grey v-neck and a pink skirt. Along with flats and a dark pink sweatshirt (see my closet was getting girly on some days!). And just combed my hair, which was perfectly wavy itself.