You're a Player but I'm not Your Game

Chapter 16: Snot on His Shirt

Chapter 16: Snot on His Shirt

"We have to turn around, I-I can't be here," I stuttered. "Why not? What's wrong shortcake?" He asked me, his hand rubbing my arm in comfort, okay this just felt weird. "Emma, I just can't," I winced turning around. "No Heather wait," Drew said yanking my wrist making me face him, "what's she going to do to you?" Drew asked.

I still haven't told him about how she makes me feel like a piece of terd, I starred at the ground not really sure how to respond. "C'mon lets go," he said holding my hand walking up to the Bon fire. He picked a log for us to sit on, and right on que I got a death glare from Emma, her eyes burning right through me making me cringe.

Drew handed me a stick and a marshmallow, I smiled happily to my self. I put the marshmallow through my stick and held it over the fire, I starred at Emma watching her flirt with pretty much every guy possible. Lowering her shirt a little and squeezing her chest with her arms, I began to gag... Literally. Emma snapped her head towards me, "whats your issue, you troll," she hissed. I groaned rolling my eyes, could I slap her across the face already?

Wait, what am I thinking? Usually I don't have violent thoughts. Great, now she's affecting my thinking too. "What's her issue?" Drew whispered into my ear. I shrugged it off. Drew continued to roast his marshmallow, he reminded me of a little boy.

I realized I wasn't paying attention and my marshmallow began to burn, slumping off my stick into the fire. I frowned, "pass me a marshmallow," I ordered Drew and he did as told. "here you go ma-lady," Drew said. I grabbed the white puffy marshmallow out if his hand, "thank you kind sir," I smiled playing a long.

I began to roast my marshmallow again once more, ignoring that evil witch sitting across the fire flirting her ugly heart out.

I began humming the song Cruise by Florida Georgia Line, and before I knew it I heard Drew humming along with me and I smiled to my self.

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"Balloon Fight!" I heard someone holler bringing out a bucket full of water balloons, people rushing over grabbing balloons hand by hand throwing them across the yard. I grabbed three balloons and ran around the yard hiding behind a tree, I was keeping a look out for Drew. Just from knowing him, he would smash five balloons in my face in a flash. I couldn't find him anywhere, where could he possibly go? I turned around and before I knew it, two balloons were thrown into my head by the little devil, Drew.

"You little... You little..." I said threw my clenched teeth trying to find the right words to say. "Handsome devil?" Drew suggested. "You little booger!" I yelled out in frustration. Instantly, he began to laugh at my lame nickname for him, "don't push me boy..." I warned him. "And what are you going to do about it?" He mocked me. I used the three balloons I had in my hands and chucked them at his chest, "hey stop that!" Drew whined.

"Doesn't feel so nice does it?" I tested him. He growled at me like a dog, well then...

"I'll get you back," he told me, I raised an eye brow, "oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?" I quizzed him. He smirked and I cocked my head to the side like a confused puppy. He reached for the sides of my stomach and began doing a dance with his fingers. "haha! No stop! I command you to stop!" I shrieked. "No seriously! That tickles!" I yelled.

How cliche...

"Not till you take back the fact that you threw three waters balloons onto my chest!" He demanded. "Never!" I yelped falling to the ground still being tormented and tickled by Drew. "Drew stop! It hurts!" I whined. He was on top of me basically making me laugh in pain.

I flipped him over and I was now feeling victorious about the fact that I was on top of him. I began to tickle his neck with my few fingers and he cocked his head to the side giggling like a little girl which made me laugh harder. "Your such a girl..." I sighed.

"Am not!" Drew defending him self. I pinned him down by both shoulders. I raised my eye brows, "yes, you are," I smiled.

"Slut..." Emma muttered, I have to admit though that the way I was on top of Drew did look wrong. "What's your problem?" Drew defended me. I was taken aback, by a lot. I scrambled off of him letting us both stand up. "My issue is that she's such a little brat, she's so damn irritating. Heather cuts her self, there's a scar on her for-arm, look for yourself. Why would you hang out with her? Why don't you get with someone like me," she winked grabbing a hand full of Drews shirt from his chest.

I felt the tears pounding at the back of my head, a lump formed in my throat. Tears raced each other down my cheeks. "Think again, bitch," Drew said pushing Emma's hands off of his shirt. She dropped her jaw in shock.

I ran off, walking down the street with tears in my eyes. I wrapped my arms around my self trying to calm down. I breathed in and out heavily. The more I tried to calm my self down the louder I cried. How could Emma do that? How could she just tell Drew that I 'cut' my self? I know I'm a nerd, I know I'm not the hottest girl ever, but she didn't have to humiliate me like that. Oh wait, but she did.

Drew probably doesn't want to talk to me anymore after the way she made me look.

***

I threw my face into my pillow crying as loud as I could. So this is what it felt like to be made fun of like crap. My chest ached making me want to throw up. I sat up breathing big and deep. "Hey," I heard a familiar voice say, I recognized it was Drew. I fumbled onto my feet leaning up against the wall, I starred at the ground not wanting to speak.

"Is that true? What Emma said? Do you really cut your self?" He asked looking concerned in his big golden eyes. I starred at him, I tried to shake my head no but I couldn't move. He ever so gently took my red sweatshirt off, looking at my for-arm. He traced his index finger over the jagged scar that laid upon it.

"So it is..." Drew said. I sniffled shaking my head. "It's not?" He questioned me. "No," I responded crying slowly. "What is it from?" He asked frowning. "My dad hit me with a glass bottle," I choked. "Bastard," he sternly said. "Why would Emma say that you cut your self then?" Drew kept asking me questions.

Emma is a big fake. She told Drew I cut to make me look like I was weak. I shook my head frowning letting the tears fall free. "Hey don't cry, it's not okay..." Drew softly told me, he cupped my face in his hands tracing the tracks my tears left.

Damn he made me melt.

"It's not?" I asked surprised. "No it's not. People always say it's okay when you know it isn't," Drew told me.

He pulled my face into his chest which was a bad idea because I ended up getting snot on his shirt. I pulled away feeling sorry, "oh, uhm... I'm sorry," I said looking at my mark I made on his loose shirt. His face cringed a little, "it's okay shortcake," he chuckled. I sniffled again.

Gosh, he was a cutie.

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