Playing the Game

Playing the Game

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Trina Valore is a heart-breaker. Common words to describe her are, whore, slut, man-stealer, and bitch. She toys with people's hearts all because of an incident in the past. She lures boys in with her tantalizing body, then she leaves them wanting more. Only she never gives them more. No one sees her as more than good sex and a great body. She hasn't exactly done anything to change their minds either. Maybe she just needs someone exactly like her to teach her a lesson. Tristan Legend is your typical player. Girls wait in line to be with him. Even knowing that he will only want a one night stand. He doesn't believe in love and looks at girls as just fun. Maybe if he was toyed with, he would know how it felt. Neither talks to the other much and they have never even considered each other. But with a bet to see who can go without sex the longest, they might grow closer. Possibly closer then either of them have been with another person.
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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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