Playing The Player

Playing The Player

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When the school player/bad boy, Jaxton Cole, meets the schools good girl gone bad, Valentine Hills, there's no telling what will happen. But one thing is for sure... This bad boy has met his match. ***************************************** I stop abruptly and spin back towards him. How dare he! "What did you just say?" He smirks, actually smirks, "I said, 'it must be hard to be a stuck up b*tch all the time.' You should loosen up." With that he turns and saunters away. I'm fuming inside as I make my way to my locker, opening it I stuff my materials inside. The mirror glued to the inside door of my locker reflects my expression. A plans forms in my mind and a mischievous smile spreads across my face. So the player wants me to loosen up, well maybe a fun little game will help. Stupid player, I think it's time the roles were switched. I shut my locker and walk down the empty hall. I think about my new game plan. It starts now...game, set, match.
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BEING REWRITTEN ON ANOTHER ACCOUNT, LINK ON LAST CHAPTER AND IN MY BIO. "I want you to be my friend." I stare at the short girl in front of me, my eyes narrow at hers. My first reaction is to say no, but then I hear my best friends voice saying: "Make more friends Jax, you need someone else who can always be there for you." and rethink. Slowly I gulp, but don't release my neutral look, my facade. "Okay." Genevieve squeals, throwing her arms around my middle. My own raise up so I'm not touching her, I scowl but she only tightens her grip. Her face moves up from where it was planted into my chest to smile at me. "First rule, you have to hug me back." I glare at her, trying to step back only to drag her with me and have my shoulders meet a wall. "I don't do well with rules. Get off me." She pouts, moving a hand up my back. My muscles jump under her touch, not used to people touching me. The only girl I was ever around that wasn't family was my best friend, Antoinette, and we don't touch that much anymore, since she's in college now. "You have to hug me back." "I don't have to do shit." Her grin widens and she face plants back into my chest. "Then you better get used to my company, because I'm not going anywhere."

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