The Player

The Date

Gavin P.O.V.

I smirked and slowly crept my hand onto her belt buckle, and focused my eyes on her lips. "You don't know how bad I've wanted this," she moaned. "Almost too much." 

Smirking back I teased, "Lets just see how much that is exactly."  

Leaning in I brushed my lips against hers when she mumbled, "You really think I'd let you kiss me?" 

Pushing me off, she sat on my waist with a huge grin. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?" She laughed. 

"Whatever." I groaned, pissed off that she played me.

Laughing, she walked out my front door only leaving the faint sound of her laughter.

"Ugh, that bitch. She knows the effect she has on me... time to show her how a true player does it."

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Cass P.O.V.

Hah, that was the most fun I've had! I'm not one of those crazed hoes at my school that wants a 'piece' of him. I can resist anything he's got to offer.

I walked up my driveway and saw a single rose at my doorstep. 

"Where did this come from?" I asked to no one in particular. 

I picked it up and saw a note that read:  

Dear Cass,  

I've decided to write you a poem cause well, its romantic and girls like that shit right? I thought so. Okay, here it goes. 

Roses are red. 

Your name is Cass. 

I'll pick you up at 8. 

You have a nice ass.

~~ Your Prince Charming ;)

Oh fuck me.

I walked into my living room, threw my bag on my couch and ran up to my room to get ready for this 'date'.  

Hey, even if I hate the guy I still gotta look sexy.

I threw on my black strapless dress and went in my bathroom to straighten my hair.

When I went to turn on the light I heard little giggles. I flipped up the switch and then almost got the piss scared out of me.

"Aah! You little shii-- punks!" I screamed when I realized it was my little brothers. 

"Get out!" I yelled. 

"Why? We were in here first." They argued back. 

"Or..." I paused, thinking of what will frighten them. "Or, I'll tell mom."  

Smirking, I leaned back while they ran out like a monster was chasing them. Hah. That works every time.

I walked to the bottom drawer of my cabinet then grabbed my straightener and plugged it in. 

As it was heating up, I split my hair into three sections so it would be easier to do.

By the time I was done straightening my hair i heard a knock on my door. 

Oh shit, 8 already?

I grabbed my phone and slid my black flats on and ran to my door. 

A long as I have to go on this stupid date, I might as well enjoy it. Even though its with... Brody. 

I opened the door slowly and gasped at how.. how amazing he actually looked. 

He wore black slacks and a white dress shirt with a purple tie. His black hair was tousled perfectly. And, holy shit. Am I really checking him out? Oh god. 

"Um can we go?" I asked, nervous he saw me checking him out. 

"Sure." He winked. 

He walked me to his red camarro and opened the door for me. "Um thanks." I mumbled.

It took us about 10 minutes to get to where he was taking me, but I didn't recognize any of the streets.  

"Brody?" I whispered. 

"Yeah?" 

"Where exactly are we--" And before I could finish we pulled into the fanciest restaurant I had ever seen.

He parked the car and as we headed in, we were greeted by a guy whose name tag said 'Peter'.  

"Um reservations for Roberts." I heard Brody tell a lady at the stand.

"Right this way." Peter smiled, as he led us to out table. 

"Anything I can get you to drink?" Peter asked. 

"I'll take a rootbeer," Brody paused, waiting for me to answer "And I'll have pink lemonade." I finished. 

Smiling, Peter gave us our menus and went to fill our drink order.

Brody and I sat there in silence for a few minutes, while looking at our menus. 

"Here you are." Peter smirked, handing us our drinks. 

"Now what would you like to eat?" 

"Um I'll have the lobster bisque." Brody said. 

What da fuck is that. 

"Urr, I'll have the spaghetti balognese." I smiled handing my menu to Peter. 

Smiling, Peter backed away. 

"So..." I started. 

"So." He finished, scratching the back of his head.  

"I'm sorry. He managed to say. 

"For what?" I questioned, confused to why he apologized. 

"I know I come off as a big dick, but I'm actually really nervous, so sorry for not talking." 

HE'S nervous? 

"Aww." Oh shit. Did I say that out loud? 

"Um I mean, why are you nervous? Its just me." 

"That exactly it. Its you." He mumbled. 

"But what does that even mean?" I asked, my heart picking up speed. 

"I really like you Cass."