• Did You Hear ? She Made The Playboy Cry !

    Chapter Eight: The Game’s Over Before it Started

    Angelina P.O.V


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    I laughed; bring it I thought turning to Jordan who was still gaping at me. I smiled and pulled him back to me, he wasn’t that bad of a kisser. Nice and gentle.

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    I pulled away and Jordan looked at me dazed, his eyes looked unfocused and he had a blessed out look on his face, I blushed pink. Did I really have that effect on him? He shook his head like someone waking up from a pleasant dream, he grinned at me his head flopping to the side.

    “What was that for?” He asked, it didn’t sound like he was complaining.

    I shrugged my shoulders, I couldn’t tell him the truth that would hurt “Just ‘coz, I wanted a kiss you were there”

    His grinned widened “Anytime, I don’t mind”

    “I’ll keep that in mind”

    Stephanie burst out laughing, I turned towards her I’d forgotten her presence there for a second. She was creasing, what was so funny? She was bent over the table gasping for breath.

    “What?” I said crossly.

    “Ah-ah-ah...it’s just you...you two ah...you make a funny couple”

    “WHAT?” Me and Jordan said at the same time. Stephanie calmed down before answering us.

    “Oh come on, Jordan your scene and Angelina your kinda...normal, almost preppy you’d look funny as a couple you don’t suit plus your personalities completely clash and Angelina you’re so into Zaine it’s unreal, and you guys are odd, together you’d just be weird A.K.A a funny couple”

    “What do you mean I’m into Zaine?” I hissed at the same time Jordan yelled “We’re not f*cking odd”

    Stephanie giggled again “Sometimes I feel like I’m the only perceptive person in this school” She said to herself before getting up and dumping her food. I watched her glide out the door without another word to us.

    I turned to my food, I hadn’t even touched it, and I certainly didn’t want it now I felt sick. I pushed the full tray away from me before picking up my water and sipping it. I felt bad. After Ayden’s death I promised myself that I wouldn’t ever love another as my devotion to him. It was true I hadn’t, and I didn’t like Zaine. Stephanie was just perceiving our very watery friendly lines as something more.

    I mean yeah sometimes, it goes past friendly, like us sleeping in the bath together, that was a bit more than friendly because I felt safe there I felt wanted, but other times we were barely friends, like now, when Zaine was off playing king. And before when his friends used to give me evils and compare me to this Mason person.

    I never found out who that was, and I didn’t think I should ask Zaine it looked like something personal, painful. Maybe that’s what he was gonna tell me the other night when we were going to exchange stories. I hope not, I’m not ready for all that yet. I felt a nudge on my elbow.

    I turned to see Bianca on the seat next to me. I looked between her and Jordan and they were looking at me worriedly. What? What had I missed now?

    “Did you hear a word I said sweetie?” Bianca asked.

    “Err...sorry no, I kinda space out, sorry” I apologized.

    “Party at mine this Friday, please say you’ll come, and bring Jordan too” She added flicking him a glance.

    “Okay” I said “I’ll see you then, text me the address”

    “Okay huni” She cooed before blowing me air kisses and flouncing off to sit with her boyfriend, who I hadn’t met yet. It turned to face Jordan. He grinned weakly at me.

    “Come on the bell’s going soon, let’s go to your locker and get your books” He suggested. I nodded complying.

    We got up and dumped our food before leaving the canteen. Just before we left there was a massive outburst from the center of the room. I turned back to see Zaine and his posse laughing hysterical, I shook my head and looped my arm through Jordan’s. I rested my head on his shoulder as we walked down the corridor to my locker. I sighed today was so long.

    Zaine P.O.V


    What was my problem? I just had to let the stupid rumors bother me, why? Was it worth it? And now I’d driven Angelina straight into that creep Jordan's arm. Jeez I annoyed myself sometimes. Everyone saw how she dissed me; I don’t think that she even knew she’d dissed me. I couldn’t take it.

    I walked into algebra this morning to find her sitting next to Jordan instead of waiting for me in our corner as usual. Diss one.

    She starts a little touchy feely fight thingy in the middle of the class with the guy, and I swear I saw him grope her boob. Diss two.

    Just as I was about to ask her if she was gonna have lunch with me and my boys as usual, she goes and agrees to have lunch with the creep. Diss three.

    When I kissed that other girl in front of her she didn’t look bothered, she just kissed Jordan to show how much she cared. Diss four.

    Four disses in one day, what was this? I saw her and Jordan leave the canteen together, arms linked her head resting on his shoulder. Diss five. Alright that was enough I wasn’t having this anymore. I stood up and walked away from my group. They called after me but I ignored them.

    I followed them to her locker, I saw him leave her to pop into the toilets, now was my chance, to confront her, ask her what her deal was. Get Angelina to tell me something proper for once in her god damn life.

    Angelina P.O.V

    I was getting out my books for next lesson when a shadow fell over me. I thought it was Jordan. Oh how wrong I was. I turned around to see Zaine glaring down at me. Whoa . When had he appeared? Not even, when had he left the canteen? I looked up at him speechless, no words could form my brain just went dead.

    “What you’re not gonna explain yourself?” He demanded.

    I just stood there, explain what? I thought. He was confused. What had he taken this morning? Bet it was some of the good stuff.

    “Are you on drugs?” I asked him.

    “No that’s your specialty” He snapped back, his tone razor sharp. Ouch that one hurt, it was one time.

    “Whoa dude what’s your problem, ever since you reclaimed your ‘throne’ you’ve been acting like a real douche to me”

    “What’s my problem? What’s my problem? Are you for real? You completely dissed me this morning and not once, not twice but five times”

    “What?” I said confused “I never dissed you, you have me confused with someone else”

    “Angelina. I’m not an as*, I’m not on drugs and I’m not blind so how the f*ck could I confuse you with someone else, you blew me off for that Jordan creep” He said, his voice husky and deep.

    “I don’t understand Zaine, what have I done wrong?”

    “People are talking, saying that I’m not on top of my game saying I’m losing it, because of you. And do you know what their right, I don’t understand you, you’re not like other girls your completely different my charms don’t work on you, it’s making me look bad, the one girl I can’t get falling head over heels for me is my friend, and nothing more, not even a play toy. One minute we’re friends and then the next we share a close moment and then you blow me off for some other guy, what’s your deal?”

    “Zaine is that what this is about seriously. You care what people say and what they think? Then you’re sad and shallow and you know what I’m glad your charms don’t work on me, because I wouldn’t want to be with a shallow person like you. I mean what’s the point shallow pools are for children anyway, and I unlike you am not an immature little child”

    I slammed my locker shut and stalked off, I didn’t even care about waiting for Jordan he can phone or find me later. I would probably see him in homeroom anyway. I went and sat in the corner in the music room. I picked up the guitar that was there and hummed myself a tune.

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    The bell to go to homeroom went but I couldn’t be asked to get up. That’s where Stephanie found me. She’d come to the music room to pick up her music sheets. She looked surprised to see me apparently not a lot of people inhabit the music rooms.

    “So what instrument do you play?” I asked her as we were walking toward homeroom; she managed to convince me to get up.

    “The piano, what about you?” She said.

    “Guitar”

    “That’s cool, but you look more like a singer”

    I laughed, “Nah, singing’s not my thing”

    We took a seat next to each other in the middle of the room, Jordan pulled up a chair on the table next to us, I smiled at him.

    “Where did you go?” He asked me.

    “Zaine was bothering me so I had to leave” I explained to him.

    He just nodded and turned to the front. Zaine walked in with his arm around his latest brunette, I really needed to think of new names for them besides blond bimbo b***h and brunette, what if there’s a second blond what am I gonna call her? Blond bimbo b***h the second? He smirked at me as he passed. I just held my head up and kept my eyes to the front.

    I could feel Stephanie watching me, being perceptive she called it, I called it nosy. I fidgeted in my chair, I really I couldn’t get comfortable, I could feel a pair of eyes staring at my back, it was sending shivers down my spine. I felt like I had ants walking all over me. It was horrible. I wanted to turn around and stare him down but I knew that would mean I would lose. I had to prove he didn’t have an effect over me.

    It was killing me; I just wanted to scream at him. Stop fu*cking staring at me it’s making my back prickle! The bell went and I jumped out my chair, I sprinted out the class, I rounded the corner and pulled out my schedule. What did I have next? Great, French with Mrs Kingsley where I have to sit next to the turd. Ugh what a great day it’s been.

    I trudged into the class to find him already in our spot; I slowly pulled out the chair next to him, dragging it along the floor. I sat down in a huff and threw my bag on the floor. He didn’t say anything and I didn’t say anything, we just sat there awkwardly, I could tell the class was waiting for something to kick off. I saw the douches pen roll off the table and land near my foot, I looked at it then looked at him.

    “Get my pen” He said.

    Without thinking I bent over and picked up his pen, I handed it to him silently. And then I realized what I’d just done, he hadn’t said please or anything I’d just listened like a little b***h. Like his b***h, oh s**t I’d given him his power back. I turned to him and saw him smirking; I grabbed the pen out his writing hand and lobbed it across the room. It clattered into the bin. Shot.

    “What the h*ll Angel, why the f*ck did you do that?” He yelled.

    “Zaine ! Language !” Mrs Kingsley barked “And Angelina that was totally inappropriate, Principles office now . I will not have you throwing things across my classroom . Get out .”

    I stood up seething, only to have Zaine stand up as well; he tugged on my arm and pulled me around to face him.

    “You didn’t answer my question why did you do it?” He said gruffly, god what is it with these people why can’t they just let it go.

    “Ugh Zaine leave it alone .” I said pulling my arm out of his grip.

    “Don’t tell me what to do! Jesus you walk around thinking your all high and mighty, well you know what Angelina suck my f*cking balls, and don’t act like you won’t, ‘coz you know you wanna .”

    I blushed red; I don’t know why I just did. I was so embarrassed it was unreal, and now people are gonna think I give head because of him, I didn’t say anything I just turned around and stormed out the room.

    “I won't have that atrocious language in my classroom Mr. Lockhorn ! You can jolly well follow her . I'll be seeing the both of you in detention tonight !” I heard Mrs Kingsley bark at Zaine.

    I flopped into the chair in the waiting room outside the office, a couple seconds later; Zaine flopped down into the chair next to me. I huffed tardily and turned my face away from him. We got called into the office after a couple minuets silence. I sat down in front of the principle, he did not look happy.

    We were both put on report and given a week’s worth of detentions, on top of the detention we had to do tonight; it was a bit of a pi*ss take really. All because I let my pride get in the way, the last bell went and we headed back to Mrs. Kingsley’s lesson, Zaine walked a couple of paces behind me. She made us sit in the desk at the front of the class and right lines. For a whole hour.

    When the hour was done she made me apologize to Zaine and vice versa. She walked out leaving us in the room alone, I turned to Zaine holding my hand out to him, he held his hand up expectantly. I dropped his car keys into it.

    “I won’t need these anymore, I’ll walk .” I said stubbornly, before pushing past him and leaving. I took out my iPod and started the long trek home.


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    I collapsed on my bed. It felt nice to be home, even if it was empty and cold. I went down stairs to turn the heating on; I went to the cupboard and took out a blanket to wrap up in until I felt warm. I turned on my laptop, whilst it was loading up my phone rang.

    “Hello .” I answered.

    The person on the other end hung up immediately.

    “Stupid as* hole” I muttered throwing my phone to the side. I turned back to the laptop and opened up the internet. My phone rang again.

    “Hello .”

    The person hung up again, oh for f*ck sake. I turned my phone on silent, and when it rung again I ignored it, not knowing then that if I’d have answered it my life would turn out completely different.