Players Life

Chapter 8: More action that me

Katrine POV

I was sitting next to Jason on the blue sofas, who I could barley hear over the music. 

He ran a hand through his dark blonde hair, took my tan wrist and lead me outside, past all the people dancing to Calvin Harris.

It's about 1 in the morning, and the stars shine brightly.

People are standing along the curb, smoking. I scrunch my nose up. Smoking is, like, mega bad for you!

I look around and something catches my eye. Leaning against the brick wall are two people making out. 

I can't see their faces, but they guy has a black hair. The girl is a blond with a purple dress on. It kinda looked like the dress Ingrid got.

No way! That could not be Ingird! 

 I take a step forward, but Jason pulled me back. 

"Having fun tonight?" I ask slyly.

"Yeah. I brought you out here 'cos i wanted to ask you something?"  He smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth.

What could he want to ask?

You don't mind if we do stuff tonight, and don't speak to each other for a while?

Are you looking for a serious relationship? because I'm not.

"Wanna go on another date some time? I'm free whenever!" he looked straight at me with his blueish eyes.

I was confused. I had totally taken him as a player. The way he smiled at every girl, the way he winked and laughed.

But players didn't ask for second dates. And if they did, it was so they could muck around with you, but Jason hadn't even tried to kiss me.

"Uh. Well.. I wasn't really looking for a committed relationship, but uhhh I guess I'll think about it" I lied. I wasn't going to think about it. I wasn't going to settle down. But I didn't want to sound too slutty.

The corners of his mouth turned down slightly, and his gaze hardened. I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking wow, she really is a slut, huh. But he was too nice to say that.

I suppose I got that look a lot. Some guys didn't mind. And the ones that minded a lot, told me to my face.

"Yeah, OK whatever. That's cool. Do ya wanna stay outside?" He forced a smile.

"Nah, these smokers are polluting the air" I gestured to the people near the curb.

A smoker girl with green hair put up her middle finger to me. 

"Tell me that when you die of lung cancer!" I yell, returning the rude gesture.

I strutted over to the door, and turned to see Jason talking to the couple who were making out.

It was that Ace guy, he had a massive smirk on his face. Leaning against the wall was a wide eyed Ingrid, her hair slightly messed up and a smile creeping onto her face.

Oh. My. God 

Ingrid, of all people was getting more action than me.

Ingrid, who was never been kissed before (My gay brother doesn't count) was getting her face practically eaten off.

I shoudv'e felt happy for her, after all, she was 17 and barely interacted with guys! But, I'm not gonna lie, I was jealous.  But I had to hand it to her, she did well.

"Way to go girl!" I laugh in her direction.  She blushes slightly, but Ace is already stroking her hair again.

Jason stares at them for a few seconds, then pulls me back inside.