Game On Player. Game On.

Chapter 3

Ivy's POV:

I made my way to the cafeteria by the flow of high schoolers while I was staring down at my phone and answering the texts from Derek and Laura while telling them I was on my way to the caf.

Finally when reaching the outside of the student filled, and grease smelling room, I heard someone call my name through the multiple conversations about boys, drugs, and TV shows. Then I saw the trio all waving at me through the big open doors of the caf. I smiled at them and waved back. They all pointed to the spot they were sitting at and motioned me to come to them. I smiled and nodded understanding they wanted me to come there.

I walked over and a couple of guys would whistle and wink but the rest of the students were all in their own different worlds. As soon as I sat down, I opened my small bag that had a caesar salad in it and a water. After that, we started talking about our day so far.  But something else was bugging me.

"Guys... I encountered Brandon and his crew today.." I started. "What?! What the hell happened?!" Derek's blue eyes dancing with worry. "I told them off but I didn't know who it was at first... Then I found out it was Brandon... I also am sitting beside Jackson and Evan in math." I said still not pleased at the seating arrangements.

"And?" Asked Rose worriedly. "Well I took Brandon's spot not on purpose in the parking lot and he told me off so I flipped on him basically. Then, Jackson and Evan started hitting on me.. And ugh just a lot of stuff!" I said throwing my hands up and giving up trying to tell them everything. "Just stay away from them." Derek spoke up looking at me seriously. "Do you think I asked for this?! Last thing I want on this planet is for me to even meet Brandon on my first day I got back!" I exclaimed. "Well, the way you look now he won't stop until he gets what he wants. Be careful." He stated smartly.

Then the whole caf went quiet. Brandon lead his group of idiots cockily down the middle of the two rows of tables. Then they sat opposite across from our table and Brandon leaned against the wall and his chocolate colored eyes made contact with mine. He smirked and looked at me like he knew something I didn't know. Then, breaking Brandon  from his gaze on me, a blonde sauntered over, I recognized her. Her name was Kailey.

You see Kailey was the typical blonde I think I'm better then everyone else type. She was the stupid type too so if you insulted her she wouldn't understand what you just said. She also bullied me and she was the one Brandon cheated me on me with. She also wore tons of makeup on and always seemed to think she was higher then the average person. Always seemed to get guys though, I never understood that. Maybe it was because she was easy.

She made her way over to Brandon and placed her hand on his knee. Then his eyes snapped to mine again.  Still smirking, I saw her hand move slowly up his leg sloppily. If he thinks this is seductive, well he must be on some kind of crack. I smirked back at him and he got surprised. I broke eye contact not wanting to witness some gross couple starting to "get it on". I looked down at my caesar salad officially not hungry. Then I dared to look back over to Brandon and the slut. They were doing mouth to mouth reciprocation.. Well at least that's what it looked like.

She was sitting on his lap grinding her junk into him. It kinda reminded me of one of those movies when a really drunk stripper was giving a desperate man a lap dance for loads of cash. But in this case, the whore was sober and there was no money involved.

Then something painful stabbed me in the heart. I but my lip harshly. Looking at him moving on so fast pained me to see. Does he not realize he still hurts me? Does he even care? Part of me wants to get back at him and give him a taste of his own medicine. What good would that do though? Probably just leave me hurt again.

Then the bell rang breaking me from some more depressing thoughts. Don't let him ruin your day I coaxed myself. I looked at my schedule for the last time today (last period I have spare.) I made my way to my locker quickly, not wanting to be late for another class. I grabbed my gym clothes no hassles or anything.

I walked into the girls change room and changed into my black short shorts and huge school grey t-shirt that had the school name across the middle in green letters. I was one of the last ones in the change room so I grabbed to scrunchies one for my hair and the other for my t-shirt.

I sauntered into the already sweat smelling room calmly. I looked around to see a huge group of boys including my godforsaken ex and his two miscreants, Jackson and Evan. They looked up at my entrance and smirked. I rolled my eyes and sat beside a girl with brown hair and dull grey eyes behind some glasses.

She looked thrilled that I sat beside her. "Hi" I said smiling. Might as well make some friends. "Oh, are you talking to me?" She asked her brown doe eyes wide. "Yes? Is that okay?" I asked wondering why she would ask such a question. "Oh uhm, hi! My name is Grace." She stated shyly looking away. "Hello Grace. My name is Ivy." I said smiling. "I know who you are... Everyone's talking to you that's why I'm wondering why you want to talk to me... Your so much higher then me.." She said looking away again. "They are? Hmm, well honestly I think your pretty nice and that's all that matters to me. Everyone at this school thinks they are better then everyone else, I know it sucks." I said opening up slightly. She looked at me with.. hope? Before she could respond, the strict teacher named Mr. Brown started barking out orders to kids who weren't listening aka Brandon, and explaining our new unit we would be starting.... Dance.

Oh great. A bunch of hormonal teens, bodies touching is not a good thing to be mixing together. Don't the teachers know that? "Pick your partners has to be one boy and one girl! Pick them now!" And then, they let us pick our own partners. Yay. I looked around for a familiar face. I came out with nothing... Well no one I would let touch me with a ten foot pole.

Then a breaking of the crowd came and Brandon made his way towards me. Shit. No, I am not willing to be  partners with him not even in a million years. His chocolate eyes dancing with trouble were fixated on me. Then I saw my chance. I saw an awkward looking boy hands in his pockets as if waiting for the last pick. I walked over to him and he looked up. "Hey would you like to be my partner?" I asked smiling hopefully not too creepily. "Me? Are you sure?" He said obviously surprised at first but then covered it up with a smile. "Yes of course I'm sure" I said smiling again.

Then I looked back to see Brandon looking pissed as hell.  He made his way to a bunch of desperate looking blondes who were obviously on the cheer leading team. Then picking a girl that must have been "the best out of all of them" he say down and she sat a bit too close into his personal bubble.

"My name is Ivy" I said smiling as I turned to my partner. "Nice to meet you, my name is Alex" he said smiling like me. Then he turned and was looking at the people around him.

As he did that, I looked more closely at my dance partner. He had lighter brown hair and had hazel eyes. He had a muscular build but made it look awkward with his long legs and arms. He was very shy obviously,  probably because he had a low self esteem. I noticed that by the way he held himself, poor guy. Then my thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Brown starting explaining the instructions.

"Today we are going to start dancing. To be exact, square dancing. Please set up into a circle. Boys in the middle girls on the outside. C'mon chop chop!" He instructed.

As soon as we all got in one big circle, then he shouted some more instructions. "Now, stomp four times, clap twice, then dosey doe with your partner, then boys pick up and spin your partner! Yes just like that Evan!" He praised as Evan picked up and spun his curvy blonde while she giggled like a little school girl. We all practiced those four simple moves. Me and Alex were doing great! For someone who had obviously no faith in himself he was really good at dancing.

Then Mr. Brown started explaining more steps. "Now, move three steps to your right," I started moving to my right and knocked into another brunette who gave me a dirty look. "Move to your right. That would be that way." I said sarcastically pointing to the right. She rolled her eyes then moved to the right way this time. Then we stopped in front of the third person.

I looked up to see the devil himself. "Fuck." I spat. "Nice to see you too sweetheart." Brandon said smirking.