The Player

Brielle

12:46 PM

"What is wrong with you!" I groaned, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration. We were still in the janitor's closet, because Christopher's genius idea was to push us in without having the keys needed to get us out. I currently sat on the floor, already surrendered to the fact that we were stuck.

He continued to jiggle the door handle, somehow thinking that after five minutes of trying, it would magically open.

"Jiggling the door know won't do anything but break it," I reminded him, even though he continued anyway.

"Well at least I'm trying to do something." He said. "But don't worry, you sitting on your a$s is doing wonders to help us." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "So, unless you have a better idea, just keep sitting there and looking pretty. Preferably with your mouth shut."

"So you think that I'm pretty?" I asked, teasingly. "Be careful, I wouldn't want you to get feelings for me."

"A big head doesn't look good on you," he said, still jiggling at the door knob.

"Yours already takes up way too much room anyway." I replied, rolling my eyes.

"There's other big things about me if you want to find out." he wiggled his eyebrows, insinuating something that I did not want to think about.

Ignoring his crude remark, I rubbed my temples, hoping that it would help me clear my head.

his back against it, now facing towards me. He placed his head in between his legs, before sitting up straight and

girls swoon. He had thick eyebrows, a very muscular build, and a crooked nose that was broken multiple times

cough, aware of the fact that I was checking him

asked, his

I added to his already inflated ego,

It's a wonder that you can even breath with how crooked that thing is. It's practically a beak. You should really see if there are any openings to be the

said, trying to hide a smile on his face. "What

I crossed my arms, knowing that was

hate me

know you. I know guys like you. I've even dated a guy like you, and you're all the same. You're just entitled rich kids who are used to everything being given to you, so you don't even know how to work hard for anything. You treat girls like

if having an issue with you means that I don't treat like you're royalty or that you're somehow better than everyone else, then

gauge his reaction, but his face looked stone cold. Either what I said had no effect on him, or he was good at hiding his

all makes sense now." he

furrowed in confusion. "What makes

you" rant. Some guy broke your heart, probably cheated on you because of how hurt you are, and now your bitter and taking it out on me because you don't have the balls to take it out on the guy who actually hurt

looked away, embarrassed at the fact that he was able to figure

am I

my silence as confirmation that he