Once, Twice, Three times a Player

Chapter 2

Sorry guys, one of my close friends committed suicide so it might be taking me a while to do these uploads. I’m still grieving and crying every night, but I’ll keep writing to keep myself sane, so it isn’t just for y’all.

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I pulled up to a semi-large white house in a neighborhood called West Oak and parked my cherry red jeep in the large drive way.

I knocked on the door and was greeted by an eager looking jock strap. His hair was slightly disheveled and it made him look beyond sexy. I smirked at him and pulled him into a tight hug before we walked up into his room.

“Are you ready to go over the lesson?” His voice was shaky. We sat down on his bed.

“I think I found something else I’d rather do,” I whispered into his neck so he could feel my breath. A satisfying shiver went down his spine. I began kissing up and down.

“Aiala.” I heard the sharp intake of breath. I smirked against his skin and continued.

“No, no,” he said. He gently pulled me away from him.

“What’s the problem?”

“We haven’t even gone out on a proper date, I can’t do this.”

Shit. He’s one of those “nice” guys that act like a chick. This is going to be more work than I originally thought. He knows he wants to. 

“Don’t worry.” I gave him an easy-going smile to relax him.

“I’m not worried darling.”

“Darling instead of Princess? How creative.”

“I know, but seriously, we can wait.”

“Can I change your mind?” I asked. I resumed kissing his neck and made my way up to his jaw line. I straddled him and began to grind. I looked into his eyes, the way all cliche guys seem to go gaga over, and then leaned forward into a slow kiss. 

“We-” deep moan “we can’t.” 

Yet he made no move to stop me. I laid him back on the bed and then 10 minutes later, he’s grabbing a condom from the drawer and my vagina became a very happy body part.

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The next morning my phone woke me up at 6. I groaned and silenced the alarm before the sleeping boy beside me woke up. I stretched my body out before finding my clothes and sliding them on.

Jock strap seemed like one of those guys who would read too much into a note telling him I’d left, so I decided against it. He’ll see me at school anyways. Not a big deal.

I snuck down the stairs and into my car. Well, saying I snuck is a bit of an exaggeration. The only sneaking that was involved was going quietly down the stairs, which is more hassling than it actually sounds. Other than that, I just got in my car and drove to my storage space where I keep all my clothes and even a bed in case I get unlucky one night or I need to hide.

I changed into some light wash skinny jeans and a pink tank with my black leather jacket over top. As for my Toms, they were a beautiful Indian pattern that I’d had specially made for myself on my birthday.

Next stop, school. Sarcastic yay for school.

“Hey sweet thaaaang,” a guy yelled to me when I was getting out of my car in the parking lot. A spoiled bratty kid with his pink polo and khakis sat there with 3 other Ken look-a-likes surrounding him. Oh god, did his mom pick that out for him or did he pick it out himself? Either way it was pathetic.