To trap a playboy

To trap a playboy

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"I know who you really are, Ace. You can stop pretending now." Warm breath fanned my skin as his lips inched closer to mine. "I- what?" I stumbled over my own words as his emerald eyes pierced into mine with rage. "I said stop pretending!" His shouts almost overpowered the heavy sound of bass coming from the other room. As his fist landed next to my head, making a small dent in the wall, I tore my gaze from his. With all the strength in my body, I put my palms on his chest and in one quick motion, pushed him out of my way. "I'm not the only one pretending here, Nicolas." I spat out before ripping the door open and leaving him standing with both fists clenched to his sides and anger pulsating from his skin. _________________________________________ After getting her heart broken, Dylan Monroe slowly starts to despise everything regarding love. When a drunken girl accidentally stumbles into her at a party and cries on her shoulder after being dumped by a guy, Dylan takes it into her own hands to get justice of his player ways. And the only way to do that, is play him before he can play another girl. Only problem is; Nicolas Parker isn't easily impressed.
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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