Mr.Player Is Sensitive Guy?

Mr. Player and Me ~ Eighth Grade

Summer's over. First day of eighth grade:

"Well well isn't it Miss Anonymous!" smirked Ian Holt.

"Why isn't it Mr. Player!" replied the girl who the name of is a mystery.

"How are you, you've changed quiet a lot from last year not the brown hair anymore...."

"Yes I know," smiled the girl showing off her dimples, with her dark cherry red hair flying everywhere, "Yet so have you..."

"Yes I have, been going to the gym more..." Ian paused.

"Isn't that what everyone says...?" Red head raised her eyebrow.

"Well unlike others I actually have." Smirked the Player.

"Sure keep telling that to everyone maybe someone will believe you," the girl challenged walking away. She always gets the last word.

Mr. Player's POV:

What is up with that girl? What have I ever done to her to be treated like that? I think walking away towards my locker. I twist in my locker combo and hear a click. A new year. A fresh start. Something pink and folded falls out of the locker. Bending down to pick it up I realize that the notes have begun again. First day of school and already a first note. It read:

First day of school, good luck. Ta-ta!

I smiled. That girl has made me anxious all summer, I've been waiting for her messages through the nights and days. I grabbed all my notebooks and textbooks and strolled to first period which happened to be gym.

"Well is it fate or is it not? My lovely Prince!" sighs the gorgeous red head mockingly.

"My gorgeous Princess!" I grin picking her up and twirling her around.

"PUT ME DOWN CREEPER!" she shrieks.

"Ok! Gosh no need to be a Drama Queen," I grin at her, "When will I get to know your name?"

"Whenever I feel like it," she smirks walking away.

Gah! I need to stop letting her go so easily. I smile at the thought. Got to wait till later.