Playing the Players Game

Playing the Players Game

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Romance
Clara found herself on the outside looking in to the popular crowd. Of course she used to be one of them, Back when she was in middle school before puberty hit and people started to drink and smoke. Somewhere along the way when all of her friends took to smoking, drinking and hooking up Clara turned to sports and being a "good student" now it was like she never knew them and they never knew her. Tyler was the schools typical bad boy. Most popular in school, a ring of followers and somehow always getting into trouble with smoking drinking or girls. Although she can't fully forget them. At least not after her past with Tyler. However Instead of lusting after him like she used to she finds herself hating him or at least faking it to everyone around her. But what happens when one day she gets sucked into his game?
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Everyone thought she was just the quiet girl. Kept to herself. Always early to class. He was the boy with the bike, the bruised knuckles, and a reputation that came with warnings. "Stay away from him," they warned. So naturally, she found him on the rooftop one afternoon, leaning against the railing, cigarette in hand. He raised an eyebrow. "Wrong place, angel." She stepped in, smirking as the breeze played with her hair. "Nah. I make everywhere the right place." He chuckled-right until she snatched the cigarette from his hand, dropped it, and crushed it under her shoe. "You've been staring for weeks," she said, tilting her head. "Figured I'd save you the trouble and come say hi." His smirk vanished, but he said nothing as she turned and walked off. That night, he texted . Him: You always this bossy? Her: Only with boys who look good when they obey.

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