The DEAL with Mr.Player. *editing*

Love is not a game to win; it is when you lose yourself to him with a heartiest smile.

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+LIANA+

# I + Him = Disaster!

 
‘I can’t wait to see you again………’

Miley Cyrus yelled, I mean, sang from my mobile phone (alarm), I wanted to pick the phone up and throw it across the room, but with great restrain I prevented myself from breaking yet another phone. My mom said that she wouldn’t buy me one again. 

I brushed my teeth still yawing; I pulled a t-shirt and a pair of my extra large pants on and bounced down the stairs.

I picked up my blue tattered back-pack, then slung my hooded jacket and ran towards the bus stand. Yes, I'm 17, but I didn’t have a car. Not everyone was lucky enough to be blessed with driving skills.

I pushed my fingers through my messy hair which was sticking up in all directions; I let out a huge yawn not trying to close my mouth. Yes, Mom would kill me if she saw me yawning like this, but I didn’t care since she was not here.

 People walking in the street gave me strange looks. These people always give me the same look. Shouldn't they realize that I was like this after all these years? But no, they still continued giving me that same look. Stupid assuming people… stupid nosy people…

I saw a car rushing towards me and I knew he was in there with one of his temporary bimbos. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but it’s who he is. I heard him rev the engine and then the jerk stopped the car aside me.

“Hello loser, having a great morning?” his eyes fell on my face and then he scrunched his nose up in disgust. I studied his outfit; it was clean and neat just like every other day.

How could a person get dressed this perfectly this early in the morning? God, this boy didn’t even know how to enjoy life.

“Very much, sucker, before I seen your face.” I smiled pleasantly, trying not to slap him across his face.

“Why’re you looking like you’d just jumped out of a trash can?” he said, leaning his head in the window.  I saw some girls give him flirty smiles. Stupid hopeless pathetic girls…

“Because that’s the truth,” I said as I place my hood on my head and jumping towards my bus.

“Be careful, don’t break your nose or anything, you look ugly even without any damage,” he shouted and I saw his car rushed away leaving a trail of thin dust. I shrugged slumping in the seat and fell asleep immediately.

“Liana, your stop,” someone shook me and I opened my eyes tiredly to see Mrs. Hickman looking at me. She’s one of my friends. If I was not sleeping, I’d be talking with her.

“Thank you, see you tomorrow,” I waved at her and she smiled nodding her head.

When I reached the school, I was still tired as hell. I walked hurriedly to my locker to grab my books.

Asher was at his locker which was opposite to me, flirting with something which looked like a broomstick in ragged clothes. He has no taste whatsoever.

I walked to my first class staggering like an alcoholic. As soon as I reached my desk, back in the class, I started to doze off. Whenever my teachers would open their mouth, I would start to close my eyes. I never understood why. It was an involuntary reaction.

“Miss. Stan, move over here with Mr. Lawler,” Mrs. Sibson’s voice penetrated my sleep saturated brain. I slowly opened my eyes to see every pairs of eyes looking in my direction.

“What?” I asked sleepily.

“Move over here with Mr. Lawler,” she said slowly.

But why the hell I had to move next to him? Was she planning to join us together? Did my parents give her money or something for doing this? No way in hell I was going to sit with that walking STD!

“Why?” I blinked at her with boredom clear in my voice. I was not a bad student, but I would be one when I was in my tired state, which I assumed was always.