Chasing The Playboy /// H.S Fanfiction

Revealed.

(He-said)

Knock, knock, knock.

As that sound came from the door my heart skipped. I sound like a girl in love. This is really bad. After I read that notebook I couldn't stop. I kept reading until I reached the end, and then I made my way to the first page reading it over again. Then over, and over again.

The way she wrote, that perfect cursive that I've always been jealous of, and the loving and thoughtful lyrics. I couldn't keep from thinking that they were about me. That I've cause her the pain, that I've caused her this happiness, that she likes me so much. From time to time I thought she might actually love me, but no. She just really likes me a lot. Hearing myself say that now, it doesn't sound as horrible as it did before. It didn't make me cringe in disgust. It made me smile. I don't know why, but I smile.

When Gemma opened the door my dad gave her a disapproving look. She was wearing a red dress that hugged her body, and red lip stick. I admit my sister is stunning, but she's dressing for Jason. She's always had a huge crush on him. I've always wondered why. There was something off about Jason. It wasn't bad, but it was just something that worried me. He's different then everyone else I've met.

She opened the door and her family walked in. Serena's family was wearing a casual yet elegant looking outfits. Jason was wearing a jacket. I know it's windy outside, I'm wearing a jacket too. When he walked in and the door closed I realized Serena wasn't there. I look around to see if she was just in with her family and I didn't notice, but no. She wasn't there at all.

"Where's Serena?" I asked. My father and Gemma looked at me stunned. I usually celebrate when she's not around so when I asked that they were shocked. My mother and Serena's mom looked at me happily. I swear I heard mine squeal. Jason scoffed, and her dad looked around like he didn't care what I had asked.

"She's bringing her guitar, and the pastries."

"Guitar?"

Her dad walked away without answering. He walked past my dad, and comparing them together, he was big, my dad looked like a shrimp. My dad was short, hers was tall, mine was scrawny, hers was buff. It made me think of how I look next to Jason. Comparing my looks to his. Why am I talking like a girl again?

"Sorry I'm late!" Serena says as she burst through the doors. My eyes widened as Zayn was next to her holding her guitar. I felt a pinch of anger. I didn't want him to help her, I wanted to.

We showed them there way to outside. The barbecue was set across the table. We all dug in, I took chicken and Serena was eating a burger. I liked how she didn't take a salad. She wasn't like the other girls trying to stay skinny. She didn't mind eating a burger. Hell, she had two on her plate and a soda in her hand. The view made me smile. Her hair flowing in the wind, her smile was big as she giggled. What made it all go wrong was Zayn making her laugh. I wanted to be the one to do it.

Then all of a sudden she put her food down on the table. She put the guitar placed into her hands. The guitar was big, but it looked perfect with her as if it fit.

"Jason!" She called out. Jason excused himself out of the conversation with Gemma and walked over to where Serena and Zayn were. I watched from afar. Gemma made her way to where they were as well, as our parents watched from afar too.

"This is your welcome home present. Even if your home just for a bit it's always fun, and troublesome when your around." She said. I let out a chuckle and so did Jason. Suddenly she started to strum a tune with her guitar that wasn't familiar to me yet it was beautiful.

"I stare at my reflection in the mirror:
"Why am I doing this to myself?"
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.
No, no, no, no, no...