Players Life

Chapter 6: Icy blue eyes and a sharp jaw

Ingrid POV

I look at my reflection in the bright green framed mirror.

I've always been tall for my age, I used to think that I was freakishly tall, but at least I don't gain weight a lot because it all kinda spreads out.

I have on the pastel purple dress. My blonde hair looks a lot lighter since I just washed it.

I'm not wearing a lot of makeup, just some peachy lipgloss, black mascara and eyeliner, and light foundation.

I feel the crumpled phone number that the guy gave me in my hand.

'I'll call him when I get back" I tell myself.

I can see the moon from my window, the stars are so bright and I can't help but open the window, poke my head out and breathe.

It's a kind of weird thing to do, but the night air makes me feel so... I don't know... Alive, I guess.

I put on some platform white ankle strap sandals, which I took from Daria's closet.

She's only a year younger, and we're pretty much the same height and shoes size.

It's kind of embarrassing, to have to take shoes from your younger sister, but hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

I also take a small bag, with my phone, keys, cash, and fake ID which I also stole from Daria.

I guess I should lecture Daria about under age drinking, but I'm just so tired and fed up of being so, so... I dunno, old lady like, I guess.

The doorbell chimes *ting a-ling a-ling* and I run downstairs.

I pull open the door and lock it shut.

Parked near the curb is a black Ferrari, with the roof down.

Kat stands up, and waves her arms in the air, "C'mon bitch! Let's go clubbing!!"

I get in the car, the breeze lifting up my hair.

Sitting in the drivers seat is a boy, maybe 18 years old. Definitely a high school senior.

He has blue green eyes and the cutest smile, all pearly whites and perfectly straight.

His dark blonde hair is cut short but not too short.

The smell of his cologne wafted in the night air.

"The name's Jason, like what ya see?" He winks, what a flirt.

"Oh, I dunno. I've seen better" I tease.

"Oh we got a feisty one!" I voice drifts from beside me, at the back seats.

I turn and sitting there is another boy!

Right, Kat said there would be a friend.

If Jason was the rich, perfect boy, then this one was the dangerous bad boy.

He looked a bit older, but not old man old.

He had black hair, darker than the night sky. And a bit of stubble, like the faux-ruggedness of a male model.

Icy blue eyes and a sharp jaw.

But he didn't have the stupid old Justin Beiber floppy hair style.

No, he didn't look like the sort of guy who called themselves emo and then complained 'nobody understands me'.

He looked mature, like he'd seen the world, and wasn't afraid to see more.

"I'm Ace. Pleasure to me you" Ace said, eyeing me up and down.

"Ooh, a gentlemen!" If hanging around Kat taught me one thing, it was that guys loved to be teased. They liked the attention.

"Yeah that's me for ya" Ace smirked.

"Ingrid's my name, don't wear it out" I wanted to giggle about how funny our conversation was, but I didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Oh, I'll wear it out all right. I'll be screaming your name all night" Ace joked and the others laughed. Kinda gross, but he was joking.

"Drive, pretty boy." Kat purred (ha, because she's a cat! Get it?) reaching over and ruffling Jason's hair.

And then we were on the road, wind in our hair, the stars bright in our eyes.