Chapter 3
(Summer's Point of View)
Will being Mr. Right as Deanna had suggested... maybe. Speaking of Will, the image of him was currently swimming around in my head.
I couldn't help but replay everything and Will's quick kiss over and over in my mind and wonder... had that really just happened? The stunned look of the kids around me and the way Max had his fist clenched and was gritting his teeth told me it had but...
I just couldn't believe it. This shouldn't be physically possible!
Will Marks, the new student, had just told me my boyfriend didn't deserve me. Not only that, but he'd also asked me to go out with him, even when he was perfectly aware Max would now be all to happy to throttle him to death.
Speaking of which, because of that fact, it was probable that Will had some large death wish or... or... or I don't know what else. It didn't make sense. Why would Will...?
And then it hit me. This was all a game to Will. He was player so of course he'd like to test how great of a player he was by trying to steal me from Max. That stuff he'd said earlier about Max being a douche and all was probably just an act of some sort. I cursed myself for being so stupid. Hadn't I learned anything from Max?
"Silly girl," I couldn't help but think, "A player is a player, and loving one, no matter how sweet they seem, will only get you hurt." With that thought, the warmth that had surged through my check from Will's kiss chilled instantly and went from a pleasant feeling to one of wet saliva.
Wiping the wet imprint away I swore that, no matter what, I would not let Will affect me in any way. It would be disastrous if escaped from one player -I shot a look at Max- only to end up in the arms of another.
Speaking of Max, he seemed to have just gotten off the phone and was, once again, wrapped up in his red head. I rolled my eyes in disgust and my hand tightened up into a fist. Sometimes I wanted to hit him or make him mad like Deanna said... but I couldn't.
With a snap of his finger he could destroy my entire family, and though he never said he would if I tried to leave him, he'd hinted at it. I unrolled my fist and sighed. Averting my eyes from the redhead and Max I walked back and put my tray away.
Quickly I dashed out the room with Deanna hot on my heels. "He makes me sick." She hissed in my ear, the disgust evident. "I mean, he just figured out that some guy is encroaching on his territory, and what does he do? He goes back that stupid little redhead of his. That dumb manwho-"
"Deanna." I snapped, my words coming out harsher and far crisper than I intended them too. "Drop. The. Subject."
I heard her mouth snap shut, and I felt a tinge of guilt surge through me. It wasn't her fault that she was right and that Max was a complete jerk. It was my fault for being stupid and not ending this when I should have, that one night when I found Molly and Max together under the bleachers.
"Sorry-" I began to say, but when I turned around she was gone. I bit my lip, feeling like a complete and total jerk. How could I have said that to my best friend? I was going to have to make a formal apology to her later, for instance, something that involved chocolate and a starbucks coffee.
I sighed as I quickly walked to my locker, spinning the combination with a quick twirl, a plan forming in my mind. So if I left the house at like three I could share like a good three hours for apology time with Deanna and then we could probably catch a quick flick. I wonder what was good that was out-
"So about that shirt..." I jumped ten feet in the air as Will's voice spoke right in my ear. I spun around only to realize just how close to me Will was, his nose inches from mine, his eyes starring into my intently.
