PLAYING THE PLAYER : A Better Player.

ONE|Moving in.

"Too late Zach."

I said to Zach as I stared back into the blue eyes of pretty boy.

I don't know what retarded architect designed these houses. Our windows are practically looking into each other's room.

The architect clearly doesn't understand the concept of privacy.

Pretty boy looks even more prettier up close.

I don't even know why my head picked up Zach's choice of words. Pretty boy.

Why did he even have to call him that?

He has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. Beautiful blue eyes that looked at me with disgust.

I quickly dropped my curtains, feeling stupid and embarrassed.

"I warned you, now he thinks you're a weirdo." Zach sang, mocking me.

"Zach, that is the door. Why don't you make use of your legs and the Door. You know what I mean right?"

He shook his head-NO. I rolled my eyes, took his hand and walked him to the door.

"I'll make it simple then, Get out of my room!"

Zach opened his mouth to protest but I cut him off. "Nah ah. Not a word. Get the fuck out!"

"Fine!" He said finally and went away.

Now I can breathe properly.

I tidied my room and kept away the books. About an hour later, I thought of raising my curtains as the heat was getting unbearable. So I did.

You don't think I'm gonna bake in here simply cause there's a pretty boy next door who thinks I'm a freak right?

There was no sign of him. I could see straight into his room. Again, I thought; what retarded architect did this?

I started getting ready for the night. I pulled my tee over my head and I heard a wolf-whistle. Causing me to quickly drop back my tee.

I came face to face with pretty blue eyed boy. And I screamed.

"You okay honey?"

Mom asked from downstairs.

"Uhh...I...I'm fine"

I stuttered, trying to hide my pink face.

"Nice pair." pretty boy said and I stared at him blankly, not understanding what he said.

"Boobs." his voice came again, and he pointed to my chest to explain what he meant by 'nice pair'.
And just like that, my jaw went slacking.

"Cat got your tongue sweetheart?" He said again when I didn't speak, a smirk playing on his beautiful lips. I was furious-Understatement actually. How dare he speak to me like that?

"How dare you?" I managed to say, glaring at him.

He arched a brow. "How dare I what?"

"How dare you stare at me like that. How could you even say 'nice boobs' to a girl without batting and eyelash? You're so shameless!"

Now its his turn to be shocked. But he recovered almost immediately.

"Wow! you were staring at me an hour ago as I moved boxes into this darn house and I can't do same now?"

He saw me since then?

"And I never said 'nice boobs'. I said 'nice pair'..."

I could feel myself turning red with anger.

"Don't you dare play dumb with me." I warned, pointing a finger at him.

He quickly shook his head..."No. I'm not doing that. I can't possibly play dumb with someone so smart." he stated sarcastically.

"How do you know I'm so smart?" I asked without thinking.

"Are You saying you're dumb then?"

I realized what I said when he said that. He was frustrating me and working out the last nerve I had. And before I could speak, he added..

".....you should be thankful I didn't say you have really ugly sagging boobs."

My jaw met the floor again. He would really say that to a girl?

"You're so rude and shameless. And the only reason why you can't say that is because I clearly don't."

That was all I could say to him. That's the problem with being raised polite and with manners. Not that I'm complaining, just that sometimes, I never have the right words to fire back at someone in situations like this. And I'm not saying that I'm always polite. Most of the time, I throw away all of that good upbringing.

I wanted to punch him, kick his balls, anything.

"You're welcome."

Pretty boy said and I couldn't help but think that he's so stupid to interpret what I said to be 'thank you'.

"Fuck off!" 

I flipped him the bird and dropped my curtain. What the hell was all of that?

I managed to finish dressing for the night and lay on my bed and wished he'd be gone by morning. I don't want to have to deal with him everyday.

I hate him already!

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