Best Friends with the Player ✔️ (The Player #1)

Chapter Eight-

The sun's surface temperature is approximately 5778Kelvin, which would be about 5505'Celsius. Hot.

Very hot. Supernova hot.

Why am I bringing up this interesting yet totally off-track fact?

Because as I, Santana Marie Klaus watched Jesse whatever-middle-name-he-had (he looked like a guy who had a middle name) Archer disappear into the house, I experienced a temper that boiled to temperatures of extreme intensity which would rival that of a sun's surface temperature.

How dare he! How dare the jerk!

What did I even do to his sorry ass asshole of a self?

Yes, I felt pity for him, having uprooted his entire life and moving to this and I quote, 'back-water of a town'. But still, I was a totally innocent party here.

What gave him the right to blow up and attack me?

And to think that I was actually thinking of showing them around and helping them settle in.

Well, sorry mommy dearest, but hell would definitely have to freeze over a thousand times before I get acquainted with the likes of him.

I felt somehow freed at the same time. Now I had a perfectly good reason/ excuse for not being friends with the neighbour's twins. They were complete psychopaths.

"I'm really, really sorry about my brother, Santana," Jenny's eyes were huge orbs of green, shiny as if tears were going to fall any second.

Correction! One psychotic and one normal twin.

"It's alright Jenny," I tried to downplay the situation and my anger, but my tone was snappy and curt. I felt bad as I watched her look at me with determined disbelief at my words, and her sadness at the situation.

"No, it's not Santana. My brother was a complete jerk-head. You didn't deserve any of that. He shouldn't be taking out his anger on you."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. She'd just know again that I was lying and I couldn't even bring myself to disagree with her.

She was right. He had no right. Absolutely no right to take his anger out on me.

Then she grabbed my hand. I looked up, taken aback slightly her joyous expression.

"Uhmm... are you okay?" I asked cautiously.

She smiled even wider, so wide I knew her face would hurt if she continued it. "I just got the best idea. Ever."

I arched a brow. "And that is?"

"Let's just have fun, and forget all about Jesse. Who said I should brood along with him over the unfairness of life just because we're twins? You can help show me around town."

"I... don't think that's a very good..."

"Oh c'mon Santana! Don't tell me my brother's scared you off already."

"Already?" My voice shook as I caught what she said. "What do you mean by that? Has he scared your friends off, a lot?"

She chuckled. "Yea. The ones he found annoying of course. But I'd figured you to not to be one of them."

"I thought you said he's a nice guy."

"Uh huh, I did. And did you remember when I said that is if you don't get on his bad side?"

I nodded. "Yea, but I wasn't aware of the fact that I'd gotten on his bad side."

"Well, let's just say he hates his town and anything associated with it, so..."

"He hates me?" I was appalled by his audacity. "What did I do to him, other than being from this town anyway?"

"Well, the other reason isn't really your fault. You see, my mom is a little of a match-making genius. And she thought, the only way to get Jesse over Lauren would be to get him interested in someone else..."

"Who's Lauren?"

"He's ex-girlfriend." Jenny rolled an eye and I guessed that she didn't really feel giddy about her.

"Wait, isn't Lauren the one he was screaming..."

"...at just a while ago?" she added, smiled. "Yes. They broke up because he caught her..." she eyed me, before clearing her throat. "Forget it. Anyways, the reason why he hates you is because..."

"Oh no!" I gasped out, remembering what she'd said seconds before. "Is your mom trying to match me to..."

"...Him? Yes." She smiled deviously.

"No. That's never gonna happen. Ever! That's a match made in..."

"...Hell?" she offered, finishing my sentence of for the third time in a row. I like her already.

I was going to say, 'A match made in Port Liston', but hey, it was a clear second.

After all, Port Liston is my personal hell.