How I Played the Playboy

Chapter 9

So a lot of my followers seem to be liking this story a lot, so Imma try to update it more. Sorry for not updating a lot in general, I tend to procrastinate a bunch so...

Anyways, I bring forth: Chapter 9.

Enjoy.

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Holy cracker barrel. What have I done?!

The split second my thumb hits send, I instantly regret everything.

Literally - everything.

What was I thinking, trying to play the school's biggest player?! They call them playboys for a reason, don't they? As far as I know, he could be on top of some other pretty girl and I wouldn't even know it!

Okay, Courtney...

Breathe, breathe...

I check my phone for any recent messages.

Nothing. Zip. Nada. Zero.

I smash my face into one of my fluffy teddy bears, and muffle my screams into its fur. God dammit this freaking playboy! I look down at the number written on my forearm. Should I? Should I not? I take out my phone and put Owen's phone number into my contacts list, for a just-in-case type of thing. Who knows - I might need him in case of heartbreak. Finally, a soft ping! noise comes from my phone.

Wow. I didn't actually think you would give in that easy ;-)

Oh, hush Roberts before I change my mind

Feisty. So where shall I take my princess?

As if on que, my mom bursts through the door, holding a slip of paper in her hand.

"What's that?" I nod toward the paper in her hand.

"Well, we picked up some coupons from Pantelo's in case you wanted to take that hot guy out." she smirks.

"Mom -- Mom, did you say he was hot?" I feel my face go red.

"Don't deny it, sweetie,"

"Whatever, that's not the point - Pantelo's is way too expensive."

" These coupons are 60% off your entire meal, and show them my VIP membership card and that's another 15% off."

"And what's in it for you?"

"I might end up with a good-looking son-in-law."

"Mom!!" I fluster as my mother laughs.

"Oh come on, hon, I'm just messing with you." She pats my back. "But, seriously, you should go there! It'll be fun!"

"Ugh, fine." I roll my eyes and turn on my phone to tell Anthony.

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I flatten out the skirt of my light blue dress and stare down at my matching pair of heels. I, personally hate high-heels because of the impossibility to walk in them, but my mother insisted.

At 7:32, the doorbell rings. I run down the stairs, but unfortunately, the heels cause me to trip making my way down the stairs a bit faster and a bit painful, landing at the bottom of the stairs, face flat. My mom opens the door an let's Anthony in as I slowly get up.

"Looks like someone's excited to see me" he smirks.

"Shut up..." I mutter. I get up and fiddle with my hair a bit, before looking up to see...

Damn.

His blonde hair was swept casually, covering parts of his face and his bright blue eyes and his usual, devilish smirk is plastered across his face.