This post might be a bit long but I’m classy like that.
Creative writing challenge: Triumph.
Perspective: A player. I know I hate them but I want to challenge myself to be something I loathe.
“So that’s her, huh?” I cocked my head at the new girl.
“You bet, bro,” Kyle waggled his eyebrows. “Prettiest gal in town now. But the best part is she doesn’t know you at all. Her friends might but I’m sure you’re irresistible!” He swiped his tongue around his lips as if eyeing a good meal. Had he forgotten who was the predator here? I didn’t say a word as I thought of a suitable answer.
“What?” Kyle sneered in disbelief. “The best player in the whole state turning down that girl? Tut, tut. I’m disappointed.”
I elbowed him in the ribs and shot him my “sexiest” look that was narrowing my eyes playfully and flashing him my smile that was SURE to make the air crackle with electricity because of my charm. He rolled his eyes, grunted in acknowledgment and gestured like a butler towards her.
I examined her as I strolled towards her table in the cafeteria, mostly occupied by her new friends but one seat was still left. The one on her right hand side.
She had thin light brown hair, held in place by a simple black hairband, that formed a neat, straight, glossy waterfall down her back. Her cheekbones were unnaturally high and her cheeks had a healthy splash of freckles. She had a single dimple on her left cheek; I made a mental note to compliment on that afterwards. Girls loved that. They did actual swoonage when I said it. How pathetic! But her most attractive part was her eyes but to me they were just another pair of pupils. They were emerald green that reminded me of a Persian cat’s flashing in the dark. They were watchful yet distracted. She didn’t have flashy accessories and her clothes were rather plain, without bright colors or distinctive patterns. I concluded she was a smart girl that hid from others.
This piece of meat should be easy to swallow. WAY too easy.
I checked myself now.
Damp hair that seemed to be tousled in the right way? Check. Honestly, I don’t get how girls love that! All I do is dunk my head under the tap for two seconds then shake it like a dog.
Thick, dark eyebrows with “smoldering eyes looking up from long eyelashes”? Check. Girls don’t seem to notice they actually do fall in love with my eye features. I thought they loved Twilight?!
First two buttons undone? Check. Girls go crazy when they see my abs. I’ve always wanted to say, “Try so save some time from shopping or whatnot and go jogging, work out, whatever! Then you’ll have the same abs as I do. Simple as that.
Splash of Le Player’s cologne? Check. Again, I don’t get what is it with girls and boy’s smell! I, personally, hate putting on cologne. It’s like putting on woman’s perfume on a dude! Yuck!
“Hello…” I almost trailed off as I forgot the most important rule of The Round Table Of Players.
Then my eyes darted to a notebook on her lap. On the cover was a neatly written name “Property of Katrina Stanton”
“Katrina,” I finished suavely.
“Hi, um… H-h-how did you know my name?” her voice trembled a bit as she said the words. Shy girl.
“I always make a point to know the names of…Beautiful women,” I leaned in a little bit and breathed some of my cologne on her, which made her gasp and smile dreamily. I sat down on the empty chair on her right and asked, “You don’t mind, right?”
“Oh, um, no. I guess but my friend Kate might be sitting there but I think, um, it’s okay with her,” she stuttered as her eyes darted all over the place. Then I began to flirt.
“So…” I started, pausing dramatically and gazing at her intently. “You’re new here, right…” As I talked in my honey-coated voice, I could feel disgusted looks from other chicks. Glaring at me with their thickly eye lined stares and their French manicured nails balling up into a fist but they didn’t say a word. I thanked my lucky stars for that.
Then the extremely old fashioned, straight out of the textbook trick, “I know a great smoothie place just around the corner, Groovy Smoothies. Are you free to come with me to pick up one?”
“Oh, I know that place. I g-g-guess I can go,” she stammered. I flashed her one of my knock-‘em-dead grins, showing my sparkling teeth and left as the pre-bell rang through the school, leaving her gaping at me like an angel just descended in front of her and asked her to hang out. But, of course, that very angel was a devil in disguise.
“I’m telling you! That Nathan guy is a player!” Jenny hissed at Katrina after school in the hallway.
“He looks okay,” Katrina replied uncertainly.
“Looks,” Jenny emphasized. “He. Is. A. P-L-A-Y-E-R. Stay away from him.”
“Why?” Katrina retorted angrily. “I just met him!”
“Yes, that makes it even more worse,” Jenny snorted. “You don’t know who he really is.”
Then Katrina slammed her locker door loudly, “Fine! Then tell me, how is he like?”
“First, he flirts. Then he says he loves you. After that, he’ll take advantage of you in every possible way like borrowing money that he will never return. For the final kill, he dumps you and shatters your heart!” Jenny spat. “He did it to me before. Don’t let him do it to you.” Then she silently stormed away.
Katrina bit her lip and stared after her. But she didn’t notice that I was standing behind her for the entire time. I gave her a moment until I tapped her shoulder and said, “Let’s go.”
She whirled around, dropping her books at the same time. “Hey, you’re here.”
I nodded my head as I bent down to pick up her books at the same time she did. I waited for her to get the last book then purposely reached for it was well. When our hands touched, she drew in a small sharp breath and glanced shyly at me. I gave her a warm smile back. Partly laughing about this silly move that was used in movies for a million times! Gosh, girls are smart but they’re also pretty dumb.
As we around in the mall, slurping our smoothies, Katrina was acting like she was really nervous and was going to cry right then and there. Like she had something to say but not sure if she should say it or not. I knew it was about me being a player. But, whatever, I’ll just use another textbook trick again.
I headed towards a bench at a corner and patted the seat beside me. She took a deep breath and sat down beside me.
“Katrina, is something wrong?” I asked concernedly but it was obvious from three miles away that something was definitely wrong and the word “player” was practically etched on her flawless forehead.
“Don’t get mad but…” She trailed off, looking uncomfortably at her smoothie.
“Yes?” I urged gently, leaning closer towards her.
“A lot of my friends say you’re a player and I shouldn’t date you but you look like a nice guy so I don’t really believe them. I just want to know: Are you really a player?” She blurted everything out and her jade-colored eyes grew a big as saucers and stared right at me.
I almost guffawed out loud. What kind of girl is this? Did anyone teacher her about “Stranger Danger”? What about “Don’t judge a person by its cover”? Especially bad guys!
You are 100% correct, my dear Katrina. I wanted to tell her. You should never trust people immediately when they just sat down beside you at lunch and asked you out.
She noticed my hesitation and continued to blubber, “So was Jenny right? You might have been sort of a play-”
Then I shut her up with the power of my lips. Which basically means I kissed her on the lips. Her sweet smell of peach and ginger soap washed over my senses, her soft, cotton-like lips that tasted like her strawberry smoothie were like heaven when it touched mines.
There’s one good thing about being a player: You get to kiss loads of girls. For free!
Now that is so worth it.
I broke away and said gently, “I might have broke a few of your friends’ hearts but who hasn’t? I tried to break it to them as gently as possible but… I was too subtle. So I had to use the highway.” Which meant dumping them.
“Oh, I also need to tell you something,” I continued quietly, half kissing her.
“What?”
“I love you.”
Two weeks is the longest a player can keep his “pet” alive (provided you have copied all the homework answers and borrowed all the money you need in that time). So when my History teacher assigned Sasha to be me project partner, I knew I was going in for the kill. Sasha was a piece of cake. She was a nerdy, overly pimpled girl who was a total bookworm. One air kiss and a meal at McDonalds did the job.
Unfortunately, I despised pressing my cheek to her oily lumps on her skin. I never forgot to lather my skin with cleansing foam every time I hugged or kissed her. And she wasn’t exactly a good kisser either.
So Sasha and I went public by kissing in the halls and eating lunch when Katrina was at a meeting with her Co-curricular Activities group or just simply turned her back for a second. Luckily, Sasha didn’t seem to care about anything except for having a boyfriend but I when dumped her quietly that afternoon at lunch. She faked a stomachache to go cry in the washroom. So lame!
“NATHAN!” Katrina screamed. Ah, the sound of agony echoing in her bedroom.
“Yes?” I lazily looked up from the Rubik’s cube I was solving, sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Y-you dickhead!” she shrieked again. “You’re going out with Sasha while you’re dating me?” I shrugged carelessly, “So?”
“Don’t you care?” Katrina yelled. “You’re cheating on me!” She burst into tears. I raised my eyebrows. Wow, I made a girl cry in record time that was 1 minute and 47 seconds. This was awesome!
“I thought you loved me,” she wailed. “I gave you a chance, I loved you!” Her tears gushed down her cheeks and she collapsed on to the floor in front of me. Of course, she meant nothing to me now so I said back at her, “Actually, you were right from the very first day. I’m a player and I’m proud of it. Yes, I’ve broken nearly every girls heart in the school. Yes, everything Jenny said was correct.”
Katrina moaned in despair again, “WHY? WHY? WHY?”
Then I snapped her neck and slaughtered her, “No, I don’t love you. I never did.” After saying that, she cried even more and pulled herself onto her bed. I smiled evilly at her and left her room without a good-bye.
Yep, I broke two girls’ hearts, got A+ in History and finished all of my homework and have enough money to buy a new CD and a bag of candy.
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