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

Chapter 20: I Will Never Hurt You

Chapter 20: I Will Never Hurt You






Oh my gosh. I liked Drew Parker, the player of our school... how cliche. I stared at my ceiling and though all I could see was darkness. Considering it was one in the morning. I can't sleep. And all I can think about is Drew. He made me actually feel like he wanted me and no one else.






Wait.






Does this mean Drew likes me? Are we dating? He didn't exactly ask me out but it's not like you can have a total make out session with a girl and not go out with her. I guess considering he's Drew, he can. I would ask him if he likes me but that would make me sound weak. I groaned flipping my pillow over to the colder side.






I wonder what Trent's reaction will be when I tell him I had my first kiss with Drew. Oh gosh, I'm dead. Trent is going to hate me, but it's not like I can't tell him either. I'll tell him what happened tomorrow after school. There's no backing down. I now turned onto my stomach trying my best to fall asleep. I let my eyes flutter shut.






I love the way he kisses me. The way he hugs his arms around my body. Lets not forget the neck kisses, those were good to. I hope Drew doesn't tell anyone about our kiss because if the word gets out to Emma, she'll torture me till I'm fifty. We all know she likes Drew.






I wish I had a friend I could talk to about this... but no. Of course, I wasn't popular enough for Emma, I wasn't pretty enough for Emma, so that means she has the right to make my life miserable in one hundred different ways? No. I suppose I could talk to Trent about my boy issues, who is better to talk about your boy problems other than a boy? It's probably better to get advice from a guys perspective anyways. But Trent would kill me if he found out I even had a teeny tiny crush on Drew.






I don't even know why I'm stressing over my first kiss so much, because it was perfect.






Finally... I could sleep.






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I opened my locker grabbing my materials for class, I was a nervous wreck. Will everything be awkward between Drew and I? Does he even like me? Did that kiss mean anything to him? Were we even dating? I wanted to ask him all of these questions but I was too scared. Maybe I should just ignore him and I won't be so nervous anymore.






I looked down both sides of the hall before shutting my locker and scurrying off to class. My eyes widened as I spotted Drew talking to his friends. "Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me," I chanted in a whisper. I used my hair as a curtain as I walked past him.






"Hey Shortie," Drew said approaching me. "Shit," I muttered. I flashed him a small smile, "uh.. Hey," I said weirdly, why do I have to be so awkward? Nows my opportunity to ask him everything I've been questioning. "Whatcha been up to?" He asked as if everything was okay. "I was thinking about our kiss and-" I was cut off. He inched closer to me.






"Drew!" Emma cooed skipping over towards Drew and I. I think I threw up in my mouth. Speak of the wicked witch of the west. She pushed through Drew and I separating us, "Hey," she winked. She glared at me for moment then smiled sweetly as she faced Drew. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Drew shrugged at me like he had no idea what was going on. I swear I'll rip those extensions right out of the side of her head. She crashed her lips into Drews and moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair. I think I choked on my own spit in disgust. "What the hell Emma?" Drew spat as he pushed her off of him. He rubbed his lips with his hand. She was like a magnet. Before I actually did end up hurling all over the floor I strolled to class and groaned with a frown.






Could that little brat be anymore obnoxious?






I growled low so no one could here me. I made a fist, my knuckles were as white as paper. "Heather wait up!" Drew jogged to me. I ignored him walking into the classroom, again receiving glares and flared nostrils from jealous girls. "What were you saying about our kiss?" He asked me sitting in the desk next to me. I ignored him for now, I needed to let the steam out for a while, Emma pisses me off way to easily.






"Okay class, today were going to be working on probability," Mr. Provost said. "An example of probability is the percentage of the chances of rain, so lets say there's a thirty percent chance of rain," he explained. This math was way too easy. I layed my head on my desk letting my eyes wander around the room. The boredom was getting to me. My eye lids were drooping and I was as tired as a dog.


...


"Heather," a muffled voice said. What the heck? "Heather wake up, class is over," Drew said shaking my arm. I fluttered my eyes open, "what?" Oh right," I mumbled letting everything process back into my brain. I turned my head to the teachers desk and Mr.Provost shot me a glare. "Next time you have detention," he muttered. I rolled my eyes, great just great.






I collected my items and walked to my locker with Drew. "I can't believe you fell asleep in class," Drew laughed, but honestly I didn't think it was that funny, unless I was drooling or something but when I woke up I didn't find any drool. "Me either, I didn't get any sleep at all last night," I told him. I shuffled my books into my locker. The hall ways were empty, it was wonderful, no traffic, no noise, no nothing. "That's okay shortie, I fall asleep in class all the time," he shrugged. "That's not a surprise at all," I chuckled.






We both fell into each others step as we walked into the lunch room and through the lunch line side by side. "Thank You," I told the lunch lady as I carried my tray. Don't call me weird, these ladies deserve some respect considering they have a horrible job. I sat down at my empty lunch table as usual, expecting Drew to separate strolling to his table of jerks. I looked to my side as I sat down finding a body sitting next to me, "don't you wanna sit with your friends?" I asked weirdly. Drew just shrugged his shoulders drinking his soda.






Drew is sitting with me... does that mean he likes me? He never sat with me, ever. It felt unusual sitting next to him. "As you were saying about our kiss?" Drew mentioned. Oh yes, I forgot. "Yeah, I was just wondering does this mean were a, a thing now?" I stuttered scared what he might say. "Hey," Emma smiled sliding next to Drew.






Perfect timing.






Does she have to interrupt everything? I rolled my eyes groaning throwing my face into my hands. "Hey there..." Drew said picking up his tray moving to the other side of me. She gave him a confused look. I swear she is so slow, how does she not get that he doesn't like her? ''How are ya?" She chirped sitting next to him resting her head on his shoulder. I think my eyes just fell off, Ew. Could she be anymore flirtatious? I get it if your flirty with a guy every once in a while but if your annoyingly flirty with every guy that doesn't like you then that totally says your desperate. "I'm good," Drew awkwardly mumbled wiggling her off. I'm sorry but I had to chuckle and smirk at that. Hey, funny is funny! She shot me a glare and I looked away. He looked at me to Emma, "Maybe you should go, I'm kind of trying to talk to Heather right now," Drew said rolling his eyes in annoyance. She walked away with attitude and her chin healed high. Thank goodness.






"Sorry," Drew smiled sheepishly. "Why are you sorry? It's not your fault she's desperate," I smirked looking at Emma. Drew still hadn't answered my question and I was getting really nervous. My palms were sweaty and I had this queasy feeling in my stomach. What if Drew and I were a thing? What did that mean? Did anything change?






"You know what, just forget about our kiss," I said leaving the lunch table throwing my lunch away, I had lost my appetite. Maybe if we just forget about it then I won't be stressed anymore. "What do you mean forget get about it, I can't act like it never happened," he whimpered follow me to the trash can. Gosh, he sounds like a girl, man up. "Yes you can, just do what you do with all of your others hoes," I played off.






I threw my trash away. Drew held both of my hands, I looked around seeing if anyone was staring because this was kinda weirding me out. What happened to that obnoxious jock I knew? I'm not saying I miss the old Drew but it's just ever since we kissed he's been kind of clingy and Emma has been all over him. She's literally throwing her self at him.






His hands tightened around mine, "I can't pretend it never happened," Drew said seriously. He stared right into my eyes letting me know he wasn't joking. Could he be anymore sensitive right now? "okay so, what does that mean?" I asked. Does this mean were officially going out? "That means you can't just tell me to stop thinking about our kiss when I've been thinking about you all night," he frowned. "You thought about me?" I asked unsure if I heard him right. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and hug him tight to the point where my arms lost there feeling and I can't hold them around his neck anymore. "Yes Heather, of course I did, why wouldn't I?" He asked as we walked back to the lunch table. Well I don't know... maybe because your a player? At least you used to be. I didn't answer his question though, and he never officially asked me out yet.






Why won't he just ask me already? It's stressing me out and I'm barely getting any sleep. I give you full permission to shoot me.






The bell rang saving the awkward silence that was currently going through Drew and I. The last two hours of school went by quickly surprising me how much Drew was making me worried. I walked out of the classroom into the hallway throwing my books into my tote.






"Hi," I sighed as Drew approached me. "What's wrong? Drew asked me furrowing his eye brows. "Nothing, why?" I lied walking out of the school. "I don't know, you seem tired," he told me. Truthfully, I was. Trent pulled up into the schools parking lot, "sorry gotta go, text me okay?" I said as I shut the car door.






As I turned my face to look at Trent he was glaring at me like as if I had lost my virginity or something. I gave him a weird look, "Hi..." I said feeling really creeped out. "What are doing?" He asked seriously. "I think I should be asking that question to you. Why are you looking at me like I robbed a bank?" I quizzed Trent. "No I mean, why are you talking to Drew Parker? You know how I feel about him," he growled. "I've been hanging out with him for a while, how have you not noticed? He was at our house yesterday," I implied buckling my seat belt. "What? You never told me," he gritted his teeth. "Well I texted you saying I was walking home with him from school," I retorted feeling anger rise deep with in me. Why does he care so much anyway? Drew really isn't that bad. "You never told me you invited him over," Trent started the truck.






What ever. I'm not dealing with his crap right now. I already have too much on my mind.






There was an awkward silence. Gosh, why does there always have to be an awkward moment between me and everyone I know...






"I don't want you talking to him, he's a man whore," he said tightening his hands on the steering wheel. I swear I could see the vain popping out of the side of his neck, I cringed at the thought. "But he's not like that. He's truly very caring and he hasn't dated a girl in like... 3 months. Is that a record? I think so," I said groaning. Could Trent become anymore difficult?






Wait. Holy shit I forgot! I have to tell Trent I kissed Drew. Oh no. I'm dead.






Your invited to my funeral. I'm going to miss Drew. Bye world! My brother is going to kill me.






"Sure, maybe he's changed, but that doesn't mean he can't go behind your back," Trent mumbled. He was right though, how do I really trust Drew? I don't know how or why but I do trust him. We pulled into the driveway and I got out of the Truck feeling like a nervous wreck.






I need to tell Trent.






"Trent, you need to promise me something," I said walking into the house. He nodded his head. "Promise me you'll never hit me, okay?" I said walking up the stairs into my room. "I promise, why do you think I would do that?" Trent stared at me. Tears were pounding at the back of my head. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my self down. It was all to much for me to keep shelled up though. I began to sob like a wounded puppy. "Heather what's wrong?" Trent frowned. "I kissed Drew," I hiccuped. I covered my face scared he might hurt me. "Please don't hurt me Trent," I pleaded and chanted.






"I'm not going to hurt you, come here," Trent said pulled me into his chest. I cried even harder with my arms wrapped around his rib cage. "When did this happen?" He quietly asked me. "Yesterday..." I mumbled. "What? Why didn't you tell me?" He asked making my look up at him. "I was scared..." I sobbed. "scared of what?" Trent asked me again. "you might-" I said but Trent cut me off. "I would never hit you, let a lone hurt you. I mean, sure I hate Drew Parker but I don't hate him that much to beat you for kissing him," he frowned. I suddenly felt the weight of guilt hang over my shoulders. I sniffled breathing in his cologne and dang did it smell good.






My phone buzzed in my pocket. "I'm gunna go order some pizza, grab some chocolate and rent a comedy movie, yeah?" Trent told me, I nodded wiping my tears. He sure does know how to treat a lady. I hope he's this loving when he gets a girlfriend. I checked my phone looking at a text from Drew.






'Hey, are you okay? You seemed really... I don't know, tired, stressed, different today," The text read. I sighed feeling loved, he actually cared. 'Text me tomorrow okay? We'll talk after school,' I replied. I changed out of my jeans and shirt slipping into sweat pants and an over sized t-shirt putting my hair into a messy bun. I slipped into my hello kitty slippers hopping down the stairs. I laid my body across the couch turning on the TV munching on sour patch kids as I waited for Trent to come home. My tongue started to burn from all the sugar. My face cringed.






"I'm home!" Trent yelled, I heard the car keys jingle. I jumped up off the couch helping him carry the pizza to the kitchen. "What movie did you rent?" I asked Trent tearing the wrapper off the chocolate bar. "I rented White Chicks," Trent grinned holding up the DVD. "mmm," I mumbled with chocolate in my mouth. I carried the Pizza into the living room while Trent put the movie into the DVD player. I opened the box laying it on my lap grabbing a slice of Pizza. As soon as the movie started Trent plopped down next to me shoving his face into the Pizza, and I mean literally.






We were now an hour into the movie when suddenly I laughed choking slightly on my pizza. Trent laughed, but not at the movie, at me. I gave him a sheepish smile feeling slightly embarrassed. "Shut up!" I winced. Trent threw his hands up in surrender and I smiled in victory. I took the pizza box and set it on the floor off of my lap closing the top.






I set my legs on the couch stretching them out and laid my head on my brothers lap, eventually falling asleep.






I love Trent.






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Aww, what a cute brother and sister moment c;


Sorry guys, I know this wasnt really my best chapter. I wanted you guys to get a better feel on Trent. Hope you enjoyed it, please vote!






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