The DEAL with Mr.Player. *editing*

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The DEAL With Mr. Player

I am tired of pretending that I hate you, because in truth all I hate is my life without YOU!

# Prologue: From best friends to enemies

+LIANA+

“What are you wearing? People don’t usually dress like this on a date,” He sniggered from somewhere from our large garden.

I looked down at my outfit. Being ignorant and cocky jerk he was he’d think my outfit was a wreck, but my outfit was the last thing I cared about.

“Screw you,” I muttered loudly. What the hell was he doing here? Didn’t he go out with one of his fake girlfriends? I wondered to myself.

“Too bad! You can’t,” he replied back to my utter irritation.

I wanted to punch him so badly, kick him where it would hurt. I didn’t know why, but whenever I saw his face or heard his voice it made me angry. He was the bane of my existence. I would give anything just to make him cry in pain, just once for all that he did to me. I was always a peace loving one, not to him anymore.

The irony of it all was that he was my next door neighbor. Our houses were both built inside a big compound garden; yup the world was so unfair.

To my utter distaste our moms had been best friends since high school and they still would go shopping together, like a pair of school girls; our fathers always hung out together, they were even business partners; our brothers were the closest pals, they were in college together doing the same course and even sharing a room. Sadly our sisters were as close as the rest of them, they were both in preschool and they would do absolutely everything together. Maybe even our Grandmas might had had an alliance back in the days.

Finally, I presented, that jerk of a man-whore and me. We both hated each other with a burning passion; the amount of hatred we share would, most likely, add up to the amount our families loved each other.

I didn’t know exactly when I started to hate him, it might had been when he pushed me out of a wooden swing or even the time he tore my teddy bear, but the hate was not as intense back then. We fought over lots of things, but we always made up quickly. Because whatever it was, Liana and Asher were best buddies back then.

I started to hate him when he turned from a nice person, my best friend, to one of the cockiest players in our school. I started to hate him when he pushed me out of his life for only one reason: popularity.

I remembered that day clearly, it was the first day of freshman year; I was waiting for him to pick me for school, like he usually did, and he didn’t come; that was the first blow to our relationship. Then I saw him hanging out with all the jocks and cheerleaders, which was the second strike. I waved at him and he didn’t even nod back, that was the third strike and he was out! Finally, I just decided to rid him from my life. It was not easy then and not easy now, but I had managed to pretend.

After years, I learned how to mask my true feelings and how to pretend. After wearing the mask continuously, now I didn’t even remember my true self, but I loved this. By this way no one could hurt me anymore, no one could look clearly into my soul.  

Why didn’t any jerk want to hang out with me? Yes, you’re correct. I was ugly or repulsive or whatever you wanted to name me.

I wore thick black framed glasses, which hid my round blue eyes; I’d always prefer saggy clothes and pants, because dresses were never my first choice; my dark brown hair was as boring as the rest of me. My usual attire also consisted of a hooded jacket; I loved the warm protective feel it gave me.