The Player's Playmate

The Player's Playmate

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Part 1 of the Best Friends series. Can be read as a standalone. He was a player, She was his best friend. He changed his girlfriend at least twice a week, She helped him get a new girl whenever he wanted. He might have been a devil but She was the queen of them all! __________ "What came first? The egg or the chicken?" Xander asked as he crashed on the couch in front of the television. "Well, the word egg came out of your mouth first." I answered as I rolled my eyes. "No shit, Sherlock!" He replied with his eyes closed as he tried to rest. "Well, I don't have to be Sherlock to know that insulting a teacher's kid in front of her would land anyone in detention, Einstein!" I retorted. "Hey! It wasn't my fault that he came after you!" He defended himself as he came to stand in front of me. "It is my job to protect you!" He stated. "Says the guy who called me to save his ass not even an hour ago!" I replied with a snort.
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"H-hey.. You know..." Work brain, work. "What?" he hisses. "Um... I-I think I need my inhaler. It's in the bag," great, nice move. But my hope shatters into pieces when he rummages through my bag instead. "Where the heck did you put it," he asks, or maybe states as he isn't looking at me. "NO. Just give me my freakin' bag. Fast!" I try one last time. And lucky enough, he gives up. He brings the bag to me hastily. I redeem it, throw it back on the 'other side' along with myself. I run for my life. I hear whistles and of course, rainbow of curses, on the other side of the world. Well, I guess I'll just have to return to plan A. ~~~

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