The Player Vs. The Player

Karma's a Bitch

Karma’s a Bitch

"Hey, Baby. Don't stop on me now," Tucker complained, when I pulled away from his mouth. This guy is a tool. He just doesn’t know when to stop.

God, it’s irritating.

I rolled my eyes. "We need to get to class," I said, straightening out my clothes. And I need to get away from your sloppy kisses, I added thoughtfully. He drooled a lot more than preferred and it's kind of disgusting.

Before I could stand up to leave, he grabbed my arm and pouted. "Common, can’t I get a few more minutes." This guy was really petty. I can’t believe I was kissing him.

Knowing he wouldn't let go till I gave him what he wanted, I said flirtatiously, "Maybe I can go to your house tonight and we can finish off where we started there." I was lying. I'm not going to go to his house. I know he is going to think we're do something much more than making out and then we might end up doing it.

But I am not that easy. Every guy should know that. I’m kind of tired if the thought many guys thinking I’m easy or a tramp. I’m not easy. I may give a guy what they wanted, but I will control the relationship, not the guy.

He grinned, releasing my arm. “Can’t wait,” he called out when I quickly exited the locker room. I don’t really like someone who’s too desperate for a girl.

I was on my way to class, but someone blocked my path. "I didn't know girls were allowed in the boy’s locker room," I heard this someone said, and I completely recognized the deep, low compelled voice, but now he had an amused tone in it. I thought this guy was stupid, but now, he was infuriating me. I have no time for his shit making. 

"We're not," I said, looking in the ground. I wasn't going to lie. I don't care if he saw, it wasn't like he was going to go all first grader and tell on me.

I lifted my eyes to look at him, and really looked at him. The first thought I had was that he is really pretty, especially his eyes. They're green, emerald green. His nose wasn't so strong. The way his face was outlined is beautiful and can be probably found guys in magazines. And his lips were- I have no words. All I knew is that I wanted to press my lips against his.

What am I thinking? This is the idiot who broke my new friend's heart and he eye raped me. "Get out of my way," I snapped, trying to get around him.

He shook his head, smiling, his smile says danger. "Not till you tell me why you came from the boy's locker room." Why should I answer to him?  

"M as t u r b a t i n g," I lied. He didn’t have to know the truth. I was kind of embarrassed to tell him I was making out with Tucker in the boy’s locker room. I mean, who isn’t? Tucker isn’t really the guy you want to be caught with, because he will brag about you even though most of things he bragged about are lies.

His eyes widen. "Seriously," he asked looking slightly uncomfortable.  Oh my God. He believed me and this is beginning to feel awkward.

How come I’ve never seen him before, I asked myself. I know every hot guy in this school, because I dated every single one of them. I was curious, but I don’t think I want to ask him. Something about him infuriated me, besides what happened last week. I can’t believe I haven’t seen him in a week. I think he ditches school. He looks like the type who would.

He looks like a bad boy for some reason. The way he dressed was all black and he wears jeans I think he wears boots too. 

I looked down at his feet. Yup, he’s wearing black biker boots. I wonder if he has a motorcycle. That would be kind of cool.