Playing The Player

06 - The Idea

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I've been really busy with school stuff and soccer stuff. I hope this chapter makes up for it!

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I walked home with Gia and listened to her ramble on about the Spring Formal. Since she was on the Dance Planning Committee, she has some insight on what is going on.

"Have you guys picked a theme," I asked.

"No," Gia replied. "We are gonna let you guys give ideas and then pick from those."

I snorted. If it was up to my grade level, this dance was going to blow.

I remembered Mr. Fowler's homework: selecting a theme for the dance. An idea slipped into mind.

"Hey, Gia?"

"Hu?"

"If you got the chance to decide, what theme would you want?"

"A Masquerade!" She squeals. "It would be so mysterious and romantic!"

I nod. Well, Gia won't mind if I turn her idea into Mr. Fowler as my own.

"Thanks, G.G."

Gia's phone pinged just then. When she looked at the text her dark brown eyes grew wide.

"What," I demand.

"Scott Evans is throwing a party at his house this weekend," she screamed and spun around, her blond hair flying. "And he just invited me! And told me to bring you!"

I shifted uncomfortably onto my other foot, remembering the promise I made to myself to break Scott's heart. Gia didn't know, and she would want to. But I can't tell her-she'd never let me do it.

"Awesome," I said. Scott's parties were legendary, and it was really hard to get in.

"I already can't wait until this Saturday!" She exclaimed, prancing down the sidewalk. "Maybe that'll be the night we get back together!"

"Don't hold your breath," I mutter.

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I plopped down on the couch, my brother beside me.

"What's up, Hot-Head?" He asks. 'Hot-Head' being his new nickname for me since my hair became red.

"Well, the Spring Formal is coming up..." I said.

He snorted. "Duh, I know. We go to the same damn school."

I rolled my eyes.

"Hey!" He jumps up suddenly. "Wanna hear a joke?"

"Sure."

"How much coke did Charlie Sheen take," he asked.

"Don't know," I replied.

"Enough to kill Two and A Half Men."

I burst into laughter and rolled off the couch. "You need to tell that one to your girlfriend," I exclaimed.

Cameron suddenly grew silent, running his hand through his light hair.

"Cameron?" I cocked an eyebrow.

He shook his head. "Nothing. Just tired. I'll go and get some sleep, right now."

He clumsily clambered up the stairs and into his room. What's his deal?

I walked into the kitchen, glancing at a mirror as I went. I squinted, noticing my black roots starting to grow back. I'd need to re-dye my hair again soon.

I would call Cameron's girlfriend later, she'd take me to the mall.

Then I thought of Scott, and how I was supposed to call him sometime. I didn't have his number...crap! How was I supposed to exact revenge when I couldn't even call the bitch?!

I sighed and sauntered into the kitchen.

"Note to self," I muttered as I dug through the cabinets for Nutella. "Get Scott's number."

And thinking of Scott, I thought about his party-a fucking SCOTT EVANS PARTY! Which were legendary even to the school's seniors, and college kids often showed up.

And if his party was this Saturday...and today was Wednesday...there were two days to go. Ugh! I don't even have a plan for my revenge! When am I going to make my 'move'? At the Spring Formal, or his party?

And how do I just casually ask for his number tomorrow. This whole revenge thing was getting way too complicated. Maybe I should just give up...

And then I thought of Gia. Poor, sweet, gentle, innocent Gia who got her heart broken by a ruthless player. SCOTT!

My desire for revenge burned brightly, and I clenched my fists as my urge to defend Gia from harm was re-kindled.

Scott. Will. Pay.

I smiled. Well, nothing beats a revenge-planning nap. I headed up to my room.

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In Trig class the next day (the class I sat beside Scott in) I whispered, "Scott, do you have a pen?"

"Sure." He reaches into his pocket and produces a ball-point pen.

"Thanks," I said as I took the pen and uncapped it. I smirked as I was about to launch Get-Scott's-Number plan.

"Uh, Scott? This pen doesn't work."

"What," he asked with disbelief. "Sure it does."

"Then show me by writing your number," I said. Scott smirked and rolled his eyes, quickly scribbling his number down on my worksheet.

"My, aren't you smooth?"

"Like silk," I answered.

At lunch Gia was with the dance planning committee so, being bold, I sat with Scott.

"Hey, Smooth," Scott said. 'Smooth' being his new nickname for me since this morning.

Trying hard to act like the type of girl Scott usually dated (a bubbly air head) I let out a girlish giggle.

"You comin' to my party this Saturday?" He asked me as some of his other friends began to sit down. I notice with awkwardness that Jordan Tibbs was there.

"Yep." I popped the 'P'.

"Good," Scott said and began talking with his friends.

Yes, I mentally exclaimed. Scott seemed to be into me! This was going to be easier than I had thought!

With that in mind, the day passed by quickly. And before I knew it, it was Saturday night, and there Gia was, ready to bring me to Scott's party.

Boy, what a fun night tonight was going to be!