The Player Game

Chapter One

“No, that is so not how it went.” I laughed. My friend Sam was telling a story about one of my embarrassing middle school moments. Vanessa was a new student, she listened carefully, not missing a detail.

She and Sam burst into laughter once Sam finished the story about how I got my period in middle school. I rolled my eyes. I picked up my sandwich and took a bite.

Typical Sam. We have been best friends since we were in the first grade. Despite us being best friends, Sam and I are drastically different. Once high school started, her loud and bubbly personality got her in with the popular kids, thus she joined the cheerleading squad. Sam was very beautiful, thats another reason the popular kids were so fond of her. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes, and she had long legs, which looked really good in her cheerleading uniform. Despite her usually hanging out with the football players and cheerleaders, she always made time for me, whether it’s sitting at lunch with me or coming over after school and I really appreciated this.

“Wow Bailey, I think I’ll call you Spots from now on.” Vanessa said in between laughs. I rolled my eyes once again.

I was asked by the counselor to show Vanessa around since it was her first day at Troy High. Once speaking with her a little, I discovered that she was really chill, easy to talk to, and not stuck up. We quickly became friends. Vanessa had a very cute girl type of face, short hair, dimples that you could always see in result of her constant smiling.

“Ha ha ha, very funny.” I said sarcastically.

She opened her mouth to retaliate, but got interrupted by a British accent and the sound of stilettos approaching.

“Bloody hell, this food is repulsive!” A look of horror escaped Ashley’s face as she set her tray down and sat down next to me.

“Then why don’t you bring lunch from home Ash?” Sam asked.

“She can’t, she’s too busy picking out her outfit in morning. She’s already late to class each morning” I said in a humorous manner.

Sam laughed. Ashley rolled her eyes.

“Oh, this is Vanessa...” The introductions began and I doze off.

I met Ashley last year in my literature class. She was a transfer student from Britain. Her father was African American and her mother was English, her parents met in college, her father went to study abroad and who knew he would find love in England. Ashley lived there up until her mother passed away and her father moved back to the states. Ashley was also like no one I’ve ever met. She was very interested in politics and fashion at the same time. She dressed up to school each day as if she is going to walk the red carpet. When she started at Troy High, many found her strange, I found her amazing.

I found myself drawing back into the conversation between my friends when I heard the name Liam Anderson being exchanged.

Liam was, well a very big jerk. And that is a nice way of putting it. He has had so many girlfriends, that I wouldn’t be shocked if he had a STD. And the funny thing about him, is that he doesn’t go for the girls that are easy to get but more for the smarter girls, that have self respect and morals. He’s very sweet at first, does practically anything for her. But as soon as he gets what he wants, he leaves her.

I glanced up from my food to notice that all my friends were starting at a table in the middle of the cafeteria. It was filled with the cheerleaders and jocks. Sam sometimes sits there when she isn’t sitting with us.

One of the guys, Nathan Holt kept glancing our way. Nathan was Ashley’s boyfriend. They have been dating at the start of senior year, apparently Ashley got to know him this summer. She told me the story so many times. She was out shopping at the small shops by the beach, and when walking home, she broke a heel. And I would always comment that it was stupid of her to wear heels by the beach. Anyways, a guy on a motorcycle, stopped by her and asked if she needed a ride, she refused at first, but eventually gave in. Once he was dropping her off, he revealed himself and asked her if she wanted to hang out. Soon hang outs turned into dates, then he told her the three little words and they became official, well that’s how Ashley put it.