Stories From 2011 (Dear Players, What's Mine, Queen Bee)

Dear Players...Chapter 7

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~Chloe~

                I swing my hips to the beat. Our chests lightly brush with each sway and every single time a little shot of electricity courses through me. But of course he doesn’t know this and he won’t ever know. I Chloe Sharpe will never and I repeat NEVER fall for a player. I vow on my very existence! My EXISTENCE!

               Okay did someone slip something into my drink or something? Do I even have a drink? I know I’m hyper, but this is just too much. Even for me! Hmm, it’s got to be him. Yup, I blame this on Hank. He makes me this way; like some kind of drugged-up hyper person. Gosh I’m too close to him-

“I wanna kiss a girl,” Hanks whispers against my ear; his sweet, hot breath blowing against my neck making it hard for me to not shiver.

               I’m about to ask him why he would say that when I realize it’s the song. He was just saying the lyrics. That makes sense.

“I wanna kiss a boy.” I say the next lyric of the song. I actually really like this song. It’s got a good beat. Take me to the floor by The Veronicas is a good song. Yes, a very good song.

              I look up to see Hank leaning in and strangely I make no movement to push him away. In fact, he’s going too slowly. I want to grab his shirt and pull him into me already, but I don’t. I don’t move as the anticipation builds. Two more inches…one more inch…a couple of millimeters.

              I wonder how it would feel like. I mean kissing him. His plump pink lips softly brushing against mine. I shiver just at the thought. And then…then…

“Mind if I cut in?” I look up; the moment totally ruined.

 “Connor?” I say.

“The one and only.” He responds.

                Huh, under the club lights his eyes look really nice; silvery almost like the moon. Okay I’m totally weird right now. I need to get away from Hank.

“Uh, no I did promise you a dance.” I say smiling and answering his previous question. I catch Hank glaring at him and I smile smugly he looks away.

“Well come on then.” He says grabbing my hand and dragging me away.

              I look back at Hank. He catches my eye and smirks before a pretty blonde comes up to him and starts giggling like an idiot. Wow, girls are so pathetic. Wait I’m a girl so did I just insult myself?

              As I watch Hank smile at the girl a gnawing feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. Am I jealous? No, oh heck to the no, I am not jealous. I’m just loopy. Yeah, loopy…

Hank: 3   Me: 2

This is war!

   “May I have this dance?” Connor states giving me a million dollar smile and snapping me out of my thoughts. Damn he has a great smile…

“Why of course.” I say in a fake British accent. We both burst out laughing. Yup, I’m so loopy.

“And then later we can have some crumpets and tea?” he asks.