Deadly Games

[2] Manwhore

Solana

I've felt I've dug myself a deeper hole with Daniel. Why do I keep exactly giving him these chances to redeem himself?

I don't even know.

Sighing softly, I raise my head to the sky, letting the warm sun shine onto my face. See, this is one of the things I love about nature. It doesn't matter how bad your life can suck on a beautiful day, that day will still be beautiful whether your world is turned upside down or not. I hike my bag up higher onto my shoulder, and roll my eyes as one annoyingly familiar red Mustang pulls up next to me on the sidewalk.

Ignore him and keep walking, just like I always do.

I keep my feet moving and hear the whirring sound of the window rolling down.

Here we go again.

"Solana! Let me give you a ride!" The voice shouts, instantly making me roll my eyes and pick up my pace.

"Although it's sexy you're ignoring me, just take the damn ride, girl! I saw how Danny made you look in front of his friends!" He hollers and I stop, turning around to actually look at him. He grins from the driver side and his eyes light up as I look at him. He chuckles.

"Wow, you're actually acknowledging me for once." He puts on his hazard lights and gets out of his car while I groan.

"Michael, can we not do this same shit today? I'm really not up for it." I sighed deeply. Sighing, he holds out his hands as a gesture.

"Solana I know, but I figured you'd really want a ride after your argument with Danny and his dumbass friends-"

"You're one of them, dumbass!" I shout, cutting him off. I then stomp away from him and he groans.

"But I'm not one of his groupies!" He yells from behind me and I rolled my eyes.

Leave it to Michael to try and convince me of what he is, even though I see exactly who he is everyday.

"You're just like all of them. Always walking out of the janitor's closet with a different girl, every single day. I know you don't just meet up to copy down homework answers." I tease, turning around to come face to face with him. He runs a hand through his curly hair and I actually feel surprise when I see the player himself blushing.

Damn, the world must be ending.

"You see that?" He mumbles, scratching his head and I laugh.

"Everyone does." I turn and keep walking, but Michael says something that makes me turn right back around, and stomp straight back up to him.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I whisper, anger blazing within me and he smirks.

"I said that Danny's been cheating on you, so you might as well get with me."

Danny's been cheating on me?

I ball my hands into the tightest fists possible and ignore the stupid fucking tears threatening to spill.

"How the hell would you know and why the fuck should I trust you?" I spat, my teeth hurting from clenching them together so hard, and he leans in, staring at me.

"I'm one of his 'dumbass friends'... remember?" He whispers and leans back, nodding towards his car, still parked and running a little further back down the street with the hazard lights flashing.

"So." He paused and glance back, probably making sure his 'baby' is still there.

"How is that ride sounding right about now?" His eyes light up and I swallow, trying to get rid of the burning urge of wanting to cry.

"It sounds useful right about now." I whisper, not wanting him to see me cry, but he just nods and turns, walking towards his car, knowing I'm following him. When I get in, it's nice and cool, and surprisingly doesn't smell like a bunch of girls perfume, and there's no panties on the floors.

"So, what? People just make up those rumors about you?" I ask, removing my bag from my shoulder and setting it in my lap, while he turns off his hazards, pulling back onto the road.

"Which rumor? There's a lot of them, darling." He grins, digging around in his pocket and bringing out a pair of shades, covering up his beautiful eyes. I purse my lips.

"The car floor scattered with panties." I say in a sing song voice, sending his shoulders to bop up and down while he laughs at me.

"Ah, that rumor. Nope, it's true." He pops the 'p' on nope and I narrow my eyes, then look behind his seat and on the floor to see it cluttered with school books and papers.

"Uh..."

"That rule doesn't apply for my baby, she's too good for that." He pats the dashboard and I crack an actual smile, forgetting all about the urge to cry.

"What does that mean exactly?" I giggle, causing him to glance at me and then removes his shades.

"That means, a broad's ass..." He points his shades downwards. "Has never touched a seat inside of this car." He then points his shades towards me, indicating the seat I'm sitting in, and I furrow my brows, then squirm around a little.

"You sure? Cause my ass feels pretty comfortable in this seat right now." I tease, rolling my hips and grinding myself onto his seat and he laughs.

"Oh, Solana..." He pauses then smirks at me.

"You're not a broad though." He points out, then making it all clear, but then at the same time confusing me. My cheeks start to burn and I turn to look out the window.

"Solana, that's the rumor for my other car, but you'd be more than welcome to ride in that one at any time you want. Just make sure you wear some memorable panties to leave. I want to remember exactly which ones are yours." He pulls up in my driveway and laughs as I fake gag and get out of his car, slamming the door behind me.

"HEY!" He shouts and jumps out too, making me groan loudly.

"Go, Michael!" I shriek, but he runs to the passenger door, dropping dramatically onto his knees, rubbing the door.

"You owe me and my baby an apology-"

"Like hell I do!" I shout, cutting him off and he gets up from the ground.

"Well, you could simply just bring that pretty face to the game tomorrow." He says, leaning against the hood of his car now posing like some car model or some shit.

"I'll already be there." I say, but he smirks.

"You and I both know, you said you'd be there, but you were debating if you really want to go or not." He states, making me widen my eyes. He smiles cheekily and shrugs.

"But now since I'm asking you to come." He gets off of his car and walks over to the door, tugging on the handle.

"We both know there's no doubt that you'll be coming, and it's because of me." He removes his shades and winks, sliding them back on and dropping into his seat, closing the door and speeding off like a pro.

Damn Michael, always reading me like a goddamn book.

This is why I avoid him at all costs.

He's such a player, but yet he's so knowledgeable.

He really pays attention, but then again, the players have to know a lot in order to play right and well.

"Well done, Michael." I whisper, knowing that he deserves his silent props for being absolutely correct. I'll definitely be at the game, thanks to him, but he's crazy if he thinks he's gonna add my panties to his backseat collection...

There's no way in hell that's happening...