When a Player Meets a Player

Chapter 3

A bit of a Plain Jane, I figured.

"Come on I'll take you on a tour, if you'd like" she said.

I caught up with her as we walked down the lengthy, broad corridor. She showed me all the classrooms and told me which teachers were friendly and which teachers were plain horrid.

Basically 99% of the teachers are horrid.

So this will be fun, I will manage to annoy every single one of them, I thought.

I was getting quite a few stares from other students. I saw Libbie, who Kaylee pointed out, with two others who looked like her clones but obviously were her 'friends'.

She wore hot pants that hung half way down her bum, which barely covering a thing from the back, I prayed she wouldn't turn around.

One word sprang to mind... slut.

Who walks around campus wearing hot pants with their arse hanging out?

"Right you see that group there?" said Kaylee nodding over to a big tree as we sat down at a table with a cup of steaming Costa Coffee each.

"About three of them lads are decent, the others? Complete players," she explained. I choked on my coffee when she said player, I think she got the hint that I knew a little about that as I raised an eyebrow and smirked in the players' direction.

Ever since my brother I've had to become one, I'm not letting myself fall in love ever, hence playing with a few boys in the past.

I looked over to the lads, the three which Kaylee was on about were up and kicking a football around. There were also five other boys in the group, but they were much louder than the three original lads, wolf whistling at all the girls strolling past, barely even looking at them but doing it for their friends' 'respect'.

I had completely zoned off from what Kaylee was saying, I came back just as she started to talk about one of the eight lads.

"And the last one, Edward Lawson, Eddie for short. He's the school's most known player and Libbie Lester the most know slag, they're a couple, well... on and off. They go well together because they are adored by populars, and hated by normals. So watch out for Edward," she finished.

I looked over and saw Edward. He was quite tall; that's what I first noticed. He wore no shirt and I hate to admit it, but he has nice abs. His hair was spiked up, but not the spikes you had when you were nine, it was swept at the front.

He's obviously going for the Justin Bieber look.

He had pale, creamy skin and a charming smile, from what I could see at this distance. However, it looked to be more of a smirk than a smile.

Libbie went running up to him.

"Babe! Babe! Babe! I've got out of detention I'm all yours now baby!" she exclaimed jumping around him doing high-pitched screams.

I wonder if anyone has ever told her she looks like a try-hard Barbie, she's so fake its unreal. I can not believe I have to be in a dorm with her. To be honest I would rather share with seventeen rabid dogs.

"Yeah, whatever," replied Edward, ignoring her and kicking the football back, uninterested.It was pretty funny watching them.

She was running around him like a lost, rabid dog herself and he just carried on with football.

She really doesn't get the picture. I frowned.

"Look at her, I hate her" said Kaylee noticing that I was staring over at Libbie.

She's obviously had a bad experience with her because she doesn't seem like the type of girl who falls out for nothing.

As we got up to go back someone bumped into me, I know they did it on purpose; it happens at whatever school you're new at.

If there is a new kid they will purposely try and bash into them to make them feel like shit. I know how it goes, I've been there and had it done 12 different times.

"Woah, I'm new so you decide to bash into me to make me feel horrible so I can go and be upset. Well, you know what it's not going to work. I'm not like other wimpy girls who pretend to be hurt for a smooch. I can handle myself without crying after every little thing. So grow up and move on" I replied, grabbing his shoulder so he had to listen to me. I pushed his shoulder.

"Oh... ugh I'm sorry," he mumbled and scurried on. He genuinely looked a little scared.

"You don't care at all what people think of you, do you?" asked Kaylee, laughing at my boldness.

"Nope, never will either!" I exclaimed.

Ok, maybe this was a lie, it does get to me when people insult me. It gets to everyone secretly. I do cry myself to sleep a few times at night but I can't now because I'm sharing a room with Libbie. She'd probably video it and post it online or something. So no more spending endless nights crying my eyes out into my large, comfy bed.

I scanned the paperwork to find my timetable and saw I had Geography after lunch, my first and last lesson of the day.

I decided to tidy myself up back at the dorm, considering my cases had finally bloody arrived!