The Good Girl Plays the PLAYER

Prologue

The prologue is under editing as I strongly feel that I can make it better. I just keep reading it and don't like the flow. Please forgive this amateur writer i.e. me LOL

I'll do better I hope xx

I've been asked to post some pictures of the characters so here they are:

Liam

Nichole

Travis & Derick

All my life I have dedicated myself to pleasing my family to please everyone around me, I just can't seem to help myself. My Mother Denise, who wishes me to study hard, go to university and have a successful future, is all she expects from me and really she's not asking for much and it's not that hard to accomplish as I do enjoy studying Anyway. One of the reasons why she obsesses over this is because she had to give up Uni and a career to be a full support to my father and the success of his business. She loved him so much only to be left heartbroken, penniless and homeless later on in years after he became successful.

I don't know much about my father, I never actually met him, what I do know is that he left shortly after I was conceived leaving my pregnant mother and two brothers with nothing. No home, no money noting. Basically not someone I can be proud of. I admire my mother's though, her strength to survive under such circumstances and love her with all my heart, I would do anything for her and if studying, going to Uni and having a successful career is what makes her happy, I will do it. She works long hours, always does extra shifts in order to earn more money, so that me and my brothers can live a comfortable life while she has none other than work.

As for my father, he is nowhere to be seen. I've lived seventeen years without him and I don't need him, I don't think about him and as far as I'm concerned, his only input in my life was being a sperm donor and that's it, nothing more nothing less.

My two twin older brothers Travis and Derick were like my best friends when we were younger, we were always really close. They adored me as did I and they always looked out for me, technically they still do just not in the way I like. They see me as someone to protect and keep shielded from the outside world and especially from boys. Dating is out of the question, interacting even on a friendly basis with anyone of the opposite sex is a no no. They are only one year older than me and yet they treat me like a fragile, innocent little girl. I love them to bits but they can be a bit much considering that I'm the one that cooks, does laundry and cleans the house, oh yeah and help them with their homework. Still who am I to burst their bubble.

Both of them are considered good looking and they know it too, they are extremely vane and spend hours in front of a mirror readjusting their blonde hair, checking themselves out flexing their muscles and god knows what else. I have to wake up extra early in the morning just to use the bathroom before they do, because if I don't I'll be stuck waiting for them and consequently be late for school. Since they met their best friend, they always hang out together and get up to no good. I thought I knew my brothers well, but it turns out I didn't know them well at all.

This is what I did know, at school the three of them had built quite the reputation. They regularly got into fights, they bullied anyone they didn't like or that looks vulnerable, they pulled pranks to humiliate people and teachers and never got caught but we all knew it was them, they placed bets with the intent to destroy purely for entertainment purposes and they had what they called the little black book.

This book contained a list of boys within our school including my brothers and the number of girls each one of them had slept with and proof of it and this list was not restricted to girls in our school. Liam Moore was the top ranking Player and most popular bad boy of our school and this is what I know about him:

1. He is the headmaster's son, giving him certain privileges at school and pretty much letting him get away with a lot of misdeeds.

2. I saw him bully boys and girls in school including some of my friends, making me hate him with a passion.

3. He instigated fights, encouraged them amongst girls and boys and when he fought, he would loose control and nobody had the guts to intervene to stop him, perhaps worried the would get caught in the crossfire .

4. No one challenged him or grassed him up because they were pretty much afraid of his retaliation. I often wondered what he could possible do that was so bad and scary? But then again, these are just rumours.

5. Girls, girls, girls. Even though they all knew he was a PLAYER, they still fell for him. I don't get it, he never dated anyone, he never had girlfriends, he was never committed or loyal and literally used them when he got bored, chucked them and moved onto the next. They were all like flies attracted to shit, buzzing around him, craving for his attention. What was so great about this male chauvinist pig? I would often ask myself but deep down I guess I do know. He is stupidly hot, those full lips would tempt even me, those blue eyes are hypnotic and that toned body would make any girl swoon. Still hate him though!

6. From the moment my brothers friendship started with him, they had changed and not for the better. I didn't like what they were turning into and I knew it had a lot to do with him.

7. Whenever he came round our house, he acted like he owned the place, barking orders and accommodating himself anywhere he pleased.

8. I hated the fact that he treated me like some fucking maid, demanding food and drinks.

9. He ate all our food and he always ate my beloved Belgian Chocolate Häagen-Dazs ice-cream. The amount of times i've even labeled it as mine and yet he still ate it. I just knew he was doing on purpose just to annoy me.

10. Last but not least, he was just a hateful human being.

I wanted so badly for someone to put him and my brothers in their place, but no one came, so I took upon myself to do that just that.

I thought that by playing their own games against them I would be teaching them a lesson, showing them that women were not weak but in fact strong, that they weren't as easily manipulated as they thought and that we all deserved respect. I wanted to bully the bully, I wanted to humiliate them they way they did with so many others. I wanted them to realise that what they were doing was hurting a lot of people and care for once, feel bad about it, take responsibility for the damage they caused.

But life isn't that simple, it's not black and white, there is a grey area that I didn't take into consideration. Most people hide their scars, their pain and bottle things up. But what happens when a bottle is being shaken? It eventually spills everywhere making a complete mess and that is exactly what I did, I made a mess of things and I don't know if I'll ever be able to make amends.