Hello My Creepy Stalkers!
That isn't supposed to be an insult, by the way...
Anyways, this is the ??? story that I'm writing and I'm stuck on a title! Comment your ideas and the best one will be used for the final title! I'm thinking of something like, "The Not-A-Player of Emmerson High"... LET THE COMPETITION BEGIN!
Without wax,
lonewriter7
~*~*~*~
Alex stared off into the distance. The girl talking rubbish to his face, the school hallway, the whole world, just faded away. He didn't even know the girls name, nor did he care. She would just be thrown away in the end anyways, just like the rest of them. He hated players, really. He did. He just didn't like commitment. He didn't want to break their hearts, but he couldn't bring himself to stay with them forever. His friends would always pressure him to get a girl, so being single wasn't an option.
"Are you even listening?" He looked at her blankly and saw the familiar look of hurt, confusion and frustration.
"Yeah. Continue," he said, giving her his full, fake, attention. She fell for it, of course, like every other girl. He'd worked on it for a really long time now, it was hard to tell by even his closest friends. She saw that he hadn't answered her question and huffed. "You haven't even heard a thing I said." He sighed.
"I'm sorry, baby... I'm thinking about things..." Her face softened.
"Oh, what kinds of things?"
"School things," he lied. It's what he always said. They always fell for it. "Baby... I don't think we can be together," he finally said. He had dated her for a week now, and he just couldn't take lying to her again and again.
"W-What?" Tears filled her eyes. "I knew it! I knew there was another girl! You never pay attention to me and-and..."
"There isn't another girl!" he roared. I may be labeled a player, but I definitely wasn't a cheater. "I just don't think I can have a girlfriend and focus on school at the same time." The lie slipped easily.
She wiped her tears and took a shaky breath. "Fine." She turned her heel and sped off, leaving him to his own thoughts, ignoring the people around him.
He hated players, really. He did. He also hated peer pressure. A lot.
***
"Hey, tomboy!" Victoria ducked, but was unsuccessful in dodging the plastic bottle, which hit her head and rolled at her feet. They laughed and walked off. Rolling her eyes, she walked in the opposite direction.
"Hey Vic," she heard a familiar voice. A smile bloomed on her face.
"Chad!" She felt his arms surround her shoulders in a tight hug. She giggled. "Chad, quit it! Seriously!" He chuckled and let go.
"How's my little sister?" he winked. She laughed, punching him playfully on the shoulder.
"I'm not your little sister, and I'm fine." He grinned. "So, where are the rest of the boys?" He shrugged.
"Over there, over there and up there," he quoted, from Achmed the Dead Terrorist, making her laugh.
"Fine, I'll look for them myself."
"Hold on, Vic," he looked around mysteriously and whispered, "be careful of the guy over there, with the black jacket."
"The one with spiky blond hair?"
"Yeah, he has jeans on..."
"And Nike shoes?"
"Yup."
"Okay... Wait, why?"
"He's a player." She rolled her eyes and laughed.
"He wouldn't dare mess with me." Chad gave her a look, doubting she knew what she was talking about.
"Oh, he would definitely mess with you."
***
Alex stared at the whiteboard, not even paying attention. It was as if his whole identity had changed once he got into High School. No one would believe him if he told them he was the same Alexander Portman that won the local spelling bee last year, the same one that people would give toilet swirlies to and laugh at in Middle School.
No, this guy wasn't that nerd that the teacher loved to death. This guy was the player that got all the ladies. This guy ditched his glasses and got contacts that cost a fortune, dyed his hair blond and bought all the right clothes.
His parents spent all that money for him, because they thought it would make his life better, make the bullying stop. They weren't even the rich kinds of people who could afford a lot. So, he would stay at his "friend's" house, eat their food and basically live off them until they kicked him out.
He took jobs that paid almost nothing after school, but no one knew that. He kept his personal life a secret. The only person who knew was the guy he lived with, Chad. He helped to cover up his real life during school, spreading the word of his player ways. He hated it, but it worked.
The bell rang and he made his way to his next class, Math. He used to love Math, really. He was the best in all his classes, but he had enjoyed Math the most. Now, he had to pretend to hate it. It's so cliché.
"Hey, pea-brain." Alex turned and saw a girl with dark shoulder length locks, wearing a baseball cap and a baggy shirt along with dark jeans. His face contorted with confusion.
"Do I know you?"
"No, but you can call me Vic." She held out her hand in greeting. Hesitantly, he took it.
"The names Alex. Vic is short for something else, I'm guessing?" She laughed.
"Victoria. Victoria Westfall." She sat in the seat behind him and scribbled a note, throwing it onto his desk. What the hell... Cautiously, he opened it up under his desk.
Hey, I heard you were a player?
He groaned mentally and grabbed his pencil. He had to hold up the illusion.
I don't know, wanna find out? ;)
Throwing it back, he sighed. He hated having to do this to people. Chad was working so hard for his sake, and girls ended up coming to him for no reason whatsoever. Like now. The wad of paper hit the back of his head, causing her to burst out laughing. Heads turned, but as soon as they saw who it was, turned back to the teacher. Is she hated too?
Nope, just one of my best friends told me to stay away from you because you were a player.
Who?
Chad Whitley... He's like my older brother, so if you mess with him, I'm going to kick your ass, so don't try anything.
Gotcha.
His stomach sank. To keep the illusion alive, he'd have to get with this girl, but this was one of Chad's friends, so he couldn't!
Well, I'm ditching class, this place stinks.
She raised her hand high into the air. "Mr. Ballard!" He turned and sighed heavily.
"Yes, Victoria?"
"Can I go take a piss?" Everyone laughed. Is she mentally insane?
"Yes, Victoria, you can use the restroom..." She smiled and walked out. "Now, as I was saying..."
Sent from my Windows Phone
That isn't supposed to be an insult, by the way...
Anyways, this is the ??? story that I'm writing and I'm stuck on a title! Comment your ideas and the best one will be used for the final title! I'm thinking of something like, "The Not-A-Player of Emmerson High"... LET THE COMPETITION BEGIN!
Without wax,
lonewriter7
~*~*~*~
Alex stared off into the distance. The girl talking rubbish to his face, the school hallway, the whole world, just faded away. He didn't even know the girls name, nor did he care. She would just be thrown away in the end anyways, just like the rest of them. He hated players, really. He did. He just didn't like commitment. He didn't want to break their hearts, but he couldn't bring himself to stay with them forever. His friends would always pressure him to get a girl, so being single wasn't an option.
"Are you even listening?" He looked at her blankly and saw the familiar look of hurt, confusion and frustration.
"Yeah. Continue," he said, giving her his full, fake, attention. She fell for it, of course, like every other girl. He'd worked on it for a really long time now, it was hard to tell by even his closest friends. She saw that he hadn't answered her question and huffed. "You haven't even heard a thing I said." He sighed.
"I'm sorry, baby... I'm thinking about things..." Her face softened.
"Oh, what kinds of things?"
"School things," he lied. It's what he always said. They always fell for it. "Baby... I don't think we can be together," he finally said. He had dated her for a week now, and he just couldn't take lying to her again and again.
"W-What?" Tears filled her eyes. "I knew it! I knew there was another girl! You never pay attention to me and-and..."
"There isn't another girl!" he roared. I may be labeled a player, but I definitely wasn't a cheater. "I just don't think I can have a girlfriend and focus on school at the same time." The lie slipped easily.
She wiped her tears and took a shaky breath. "Fine." She turned her heel and sped off, leaving him to his own thoughts, ignoring the people around him.
He hated players, really. He did. He also hated peer pressure. A lot.
***
"Hey, tomboy!" Victoria ducked, but was unsuccessful in dodging the plastic bottle, which hit her head and rolled at her feet. They laughed and walked off. Rolling her eyes, she walked in the opposite direction.
"Hey Vic," she heard a familiar voice. A smile bloomed on her face.
"Chad!" She felt his arms surround her shoulders in a tight hug. She giggled. "Chad, quit it! Seriously!" He chuckled and let go.
"How's my little sister?" he winked. She laughed, punching him playfully on the shoulder.
"I'm not your little sister, and I'm fine." He grinned. "So, where are the rest of the boys?" He shrugged.
"Over there, over there and up there," he quoted, from Achmed the Dead Terrorist, making her laugh.
"Fine, I'll look for them myself."
"Hold on, Vic," he looked around mysteriously and whispered, "be careful of the guy over there, with the black jacket."
"The one with spiky blond hair?"
"Yeah, he has jeans on..."
"And Nike shoes?"
"Yup."
"Okay... Wait, why?"
"He's a player." She rolled her eyes and laughed.
"He wouldn't dare mess with me." Chad gave her a look, doubting she knew what she was talking about.
"Oh, he would definitely mess with you."
***
Alex stared at the whiteboard, not even paying attention. It was as if his whole identity had changed once he got into High School. No one would believe him if he told them he was the same Alexander Portman that won the local spelling bee last year, the same one that people would give toilet swirlies to and laugh at in Middle School.
No, this guy wasn't that nerd that the teacher loved to death. This guy was the player that got all the ladies. This guy ditched his glasses and got contacts that cost a fortune, dyed his hair blond and bought all the right clothes.
His parents spent all that money for him, because they thought it would make his life better, make the bullying stop. They weren't even the rich kinds of people who could afford a lot. So, he would stay at his "friend's" house, eat their food and basically live off them until they kicked him out.
He took jobs that paid almost nothing after school, but no one knew that. He kept his personal life a secret. The only person who knew was the guy he lived with, Chad. He helped to cover up his real life during school, spreading the word of his player ways. He hated it, but it worked.
The bell rang and he made his way to his next class, Math. He used to love Math, really. He was the best in all his classes, but he had enjoyed Math the most. Now, he had to pretend to hate it. It's so cliché.
"Hey, pea-brain." Alex turned and saw a girl with dark shoulder length locks, wearing a baseball cap and a baggy shirt along with dark jeans. His face contorted with confusion.
"Do I know you?"
"No, but you can call me Vic." She held out her hand in greeting. Hesitantly, he took it.
"The names Alex. Vic is short for something else, I'm guessing?" She laughed.
"Victoria. Victoria Westfall." She sat in the seat behind him and scribbled a note, throwing it onto his desk. What the hell... Cautiously, he opened it up under his desk.
Hey, I heard you were a player?
He groaned mentally and grabbed his pencil. He had to hold up the illusion.
I don't know, wanna find out? ;)
Throwing it back, he sighed. He hated having to do this to people. Chad was working so hard for his sake, and girls ended up coming to him for no reason whatsoever. Like now. The wad of paper hit the back of his head, causing her to burst out laughing. Heads turned, but as soon as they saw who it was, turned back to the teacher. Is she hated too?
Nope, just one of my best friends told me to stay away from you because you were a player.
Who?
Chad Whitley... He's like my older brother, so if you mess with him, I'm going to kick your ass, so don't try anything.
Gotcha.
His stomach sank. To keep the illusion alive, he'd have to get with this girl, but this was one of Chad's friends, so he couldn't!
Well, I'm ditching class, this place stinks.
She raised her hand high into the air. "Mr. Ballard!" He turned and sighed heavily.
"Yes, Victoria?"
"Can I go take a piss?" Everyone laughed. Is she mentally insane?
"Yes, Victoria, you can use the restroom..." She smiled and walked out. "Now, as I was saying..."
Sent from my Windows Phone
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