The Player

Brielle

12:46 PM

"What is wrong with you!" I groaned, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration. We were still in the janitor's closet, because Christopher's genius idea was to push us in without having the keys needed to get us out. I currently sat on the floor, already surrendered to the fact that we were stuck.

He continued to jiggle the door handle, somehow thinking that after five minutes of trying, it would magically open.

"Jiggling the door know won't do anything but break it," I reminded him, even though he continued anyway.

"Well at least I'm trying to do something." He said. "But don't worry, you sitting on your a$s is doing wonders to help us." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "So, unless you have a better idea, just keep sitting there and looking pretty. Preferably with your mouth shut."

"So you think that I'm pretty?" I asked, teasingly. "Be careful, I wouldn't want you to get feelings for me."

"A big head doesn't look good on you," he said, still jiggling at the door knob.

"Yours already takes up way too much room anyway." I replied, rolling my eyes.

"There's other big things about me if you want to find out." he wiggled his eyebrows, insinuating something that I did not want to think about.

Ignoring his crude remark, I rubbed my temples, hoping that it would help me clear my head.

the door, as he turned around and slid down the door with his back against it, now facing towards me. He placed his head in between his legs, before

had light brown hair and piercing green eyes that always made the girls swoon. He had thick eyebrows, a

out a cough, aware of the fact that I was checking

He asked, his lips pulled up in

already inflated ego, and knew that I

nose. It's a wonder that you can even breath with how crooked that thing is. It's practically a beak. You should really see if there are any openings to be the face of fruit

said, trying to hide a smile on his face. "What is your

an issue with you." I crossed my arms, knowing that was

Apparently, he could tell too. "You hate

like you. I've even dated a guy like you, and you're all the same. You're just entitled rich kids who are used to everything being given to you, so you don't even know how to work hard for anything. You treat girls like objects, because they are objects to you. And you practically believe that you own the place, and

you means that I don't treat like you're royalty or that you're somehow better than everyone else,

stone cold. Either what I said had no effect

it all makes sense now." he said

in confusion.

you because of how hurt you are, and now your bitter and taking it out on me because you don't have

stayed silent and looked away, embarrassed at the fact that he was able to figure out all of that about my

am I

taking my silence as confirmation that he was