Best Friends with the Player ✔️ (The Player #1)

Chapter Sixteen-

I am officially awesome!!!!! At least, I think so!

1. I just update yesterday... Early BTW
2. This is an update! Not a chapter full of author notes and no Daemon + Santana + Jesse Drama!
3. It's the last day of 2014, yet I still updated instead of waiting for the clock to count down to 2015
4. Because I need a fourth reason... Hahahh ;)

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Never once in the vast number of years I'd known Daemon had he ever called me 'beautiful'. Correction: Not even once had I ever heard Daemon call anyone other than his mom and an apple custard pie 'beautiful'.

In my case, he'd always called me 'cute', 'adorable' or a once in a blue moon 'pretty'.

Beautiful in its on right was a word that far exceeded the definition of 'pretty' or 'hot'. When you call someone 'pretty', you are referring to their looks and that it was passably better than average. When you call someone 'hot', you're dwelling on their external features, but when you called someone 'beautiful' it usually delves into both the exterior and the interior of the person, both inside and out. Or at least, that is what I believe.

And Daemon didn't just call me 'beautiful'. He called me and I quote, 'irresistibly beautiful'. So you could understand why I was pacing my room twenty minutes after the encounter in the Matthews' house.