• Did You Hear ? She Made The Playboy Cry !

    Chapter Seven: The Playboy's Back

    Angelina P.O.V


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    “You’re Angel, my friend”

    “And you’re Zaine, my friend”

    “Goodnight, sleep tight”

    “Same here” I said yawning. I closed my eyes and that was it for me I was out, sleeping.


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    *Splash*

    I jolted awake, looking around me. I was still sleeping in the bath tub with Zaine; someone had turned the shower on us. I looked up to see his dumb blond bimbo b***h of a friend. She was cackling, she must have found it so funny god I was gonna pound her in. I stood up shakily. I had a killer head ache right in the front of my head, between my eyes.

    “What the f*ck did you do that for ?” Zaine roared.

    I climbed out the bath and looked round at Zaine, we looked pathetic really, both soaking wet. I walked up to her and she backed away, I pulled my fist back to sock her but Zaine caught it from behind, I turned on him furious.

    “It’s not worth your time.” He said softly.

    I turned back to her, I could see she was frightened of me, of what I could do to her .
    “It’s your lucky day princess, I’m not gonna rip your eyeballs out” I said to her, being purposely sweet, just to make her more worried.

    I shoved her in the chest as I walked past to get to the door she fell back into the sink and I laughed, so did the group of people gathering outside the door watching the commotion. I looked about the house it seemed to be early morning. About 7am. Zaine followed me out, giving her evils and ripping his arm out of her clutches as she tried to apologize.

    I started shivering as we headed down the stairs, I was only wearing a thin t-shirt and some shorts, I was soaked through, right down to the underwear, my pink bra was probably on show. Zaine weren’t that bad, the lucky rat was underneath me so I got it worse, I could tell my hair was a straggly mess, I didn’t even need a mirror. Some girl about my height with ginger hair approached me.

    “Hi I’m Stephanie Phillips” She said introducing herself.

    “Err, Angelina Sheerwood” I said slowly, trying to analyze her. What did she want?

    “I live next door I thought you might want spare clothes, were about the same size you can borrow mine”

    I looked at her with my mouth hanging open in awe, this wasn’t real there wasn’t a truly genuinely nice person on this earth like her. Everyone had their good and bad points. She must want something from me; I bet she wants to get to know Zaine or one of his friends.

    “What’s the catch?” I asked folding my arms over my chest.

    “Nothing, just being nice” She said sincerely.

    And you know what I believed her, her eyes were too innocent to lie to me, and she just had that annoyingly kind face. Wow, I think I might actually make the effort to make her my friend; she was quite pretty as well. She had cute, soft brown freckles along the bridge of her nose.

    “Okay, yeah” I said “That’d be nice, thanks”

    “Come on then” She held my hand and dragged me out the door, I turned to face Zaine and he just shrugged his shoulders.

    “I’ll wait here” He called “I’ll give you a ride home”

    I followed Stephanie into her house, it was amazing, all pastel colors and so clean it was beautiful. It was large as well, larger than the one we were just in. Silently I followed her up to her room, she didn’t say anything either, she just let me look around. Fiddling with her picture frames, candles, looking through her DVDs just being nosy in general.

    “The closets over there choose anything you want beside my Ed Hardy gear” She said.

    I grinned at her “I have an Ed Hardy hoody at home”

    “Really what color?”

    “It’s kinda a whitey blue”

    She laughed, “Like this one” she said pulling a white and blue Ed Hardy hoody out the closet, it was exactly the same as mine. I laughed and held it.

    “Yeah exactly like this one” I said holding my hand to my head, it was throbbing like mad, worst headache I ever had, I screwed up my eyebrows.

    “Want a paracetamol?” She asked quietly.

    “Yeah please .” I whispered.

    She left the room and came back quickly with 2 paracetamol and a glass of water. I swallowed it down and turned back to clothes choosing. I chose a pair of pink skinny jeans and a white tank top. She left the room so I could get changed; I put my same converse on, even though weirdly we were the same size. I looked her up and down and she looked at me worriedly.

    “What? Is there something on my face?” She asked.

    “No, I like you; you’re nice we could be friends”

    “Yeah I’d like that”

    “Really” I said excitedly.

    What? Leave me alone, besides Zaine (and Bianca and Jordan – those two are more acquaintances than anything) I didn’t have any other friends. Stephanie looked trustworthy, like I could tell her secrets and that, like she’d bail me out of jail if I ever got in a situation like that. She smiled at me; I picked her phone off the side and plugged my number in. I handed it to her.

    “Call me, we’ll do something” I said.

    She smiled “Okay, laterz”

    “Later”

    I left the house and went next door, Zaine was still by the door, lip locked with some brunette chick. Brunette? Well this was new, who was this groupie, I thought blond bimbo Barbie was his thing of the moment. I looked and saw her standing at the top of the stairs with tears in her eyes. I shook my head. It was pathetic. I cleared my throat. Zaine pulled away from the girl and looked at me.

    He grinned “Ready to go?” he asked.

    “Yep” I said. His ‘friend’ was glaring evils at me. I didn’t care my headache was slowly subsiding, nothing was gonna bother me now.

    He gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll call you” She nodded pathetically, like a little puppy.

    He walked up to me and plunked his arm around my shoulders; we toed like that to the car. I bit my lip the whole way I could tell he was trying not to laugh too. When we got in the car I burst out laughing. He joined me.

    “What?” He asked through his laugh.

    “Oh nothing, it’s just that those girls are so pathetic, clambering over you like lost puppies”

    He smirked “Jealous are we?”

    I snorted “As if”

    “Why not?”

    “Because if you haven’t noticed, who’s the one you leave the groupies for? The one you’re dropping home? I have the privilege of being your friend, therefore no competition for my spot”

    He just looked at me “You’re beautiful you know” He said as if it just occurred to him.

    “Err thanks” I said unsure. He just smiled at me “Umm can you drop me off at the school, I got your other car and that”

    “Sure”

    It was awkward in the car as we drove to the school, okay re-phrase it was awkward for me. Zaine was tapping out beats on his steering wheel, humming along with the radio. I just sat there thinking about what he said. Was I beautiful? Ayden used to say so. My heart throbbed a little bit as I thought about the past.

    I shivered, I wasn’t allowed to think about that stuff, remember Angelina, remember what it does to you. The car pulled to a stop. I looked up at Zaine.

    “Thanks” I whispered.

    “It’s okay, I’ll see you Monday, you coming school?”

    “Yeah, I’ll see you then”

    I climbed out and walked across the empty lot to the car he’d lent me, I wondered when he wanted that back. I heard the engine start again as he left; I waved at him just before he pulled out of the parking lot. I got in my car and drove home. I knew how to get home from the school. I arrived home and collapsed on my bed. I was so tired.

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    I woke up with the munchies. I went into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. I went to my dad’s room he weren’t there; there was a note with my name on it though. I picked it up and read it. I scrunched it up in a ball and threw it at the wall, that b*****d.

    Hey Angelina, sorry to do this by note but I’m leaving. I’ve gone, don’t look for me, I’ll ring you every now and then check on you. But I just can’t take anymore. I’m not gonna put myself out if you’re not gonna do a simple thing for me.

    You’re playing up again and I don’t want to watch whilst you destroy yourself, I left you some money, it should be enough for 2 months, I’ll be back around then. I’m sorry Lina but I need time to relax so I can come back and be a proper father for you.

    But if you don’t help yourself then I’m not coming back, I’m not gonna stand by and let you ruin yourself, I’m sorry.

    Love you, dad xxx

    I sat on the end of his bed, great this was so ******** great. Left in a new town with no-one. I suppose if you look at it I’m quiet lucky I can basically do what the hell I like. For 2 months. But it was going to be so quiet, so lonely, so cold. I curled up, pulling my feet under my chin. And just rocked back and forth, I was going to be so bored for these 2 months.

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    I woke up late on Monday morning. I decided to just skip first lesson all together and take my time getting ready. I straightened my hair, applied my make-up, and made myself a little snack to eat at break. I made sure I had all my books in my bag. I threw my bag into the passenger side of the car and drove to school.

    I arrived just as the bell for second lesson was going; I pulled out my timetable, Algebra. Great, I grabbed my bag and climbed out the car. I slammed the door and locked it, walking to the Maths block. I got in on time well quiet early; I took a seat at the back. Jordan waltzed in, he looked happy; he took the seat next to me.

    “Hey” I said turning to him.

    “Hey, how was your weekend?” He replied.

    “Ugh, let’s not talk about it”

    “That bad huh?” He asked, with a smirk.

    “Yeah, I felt like I had a two day hangover”

    He burst out laughing just as Zaine came through the door, I saw him raise an eyebrow at me before taking a seat across the room from me, so that I could see the back of his head and the side of his face. It looked like he was frowning, uh oh was he unhappy with me. I turned to Jordan and saw him watching me.

    “Zaine huh?” He whispered.

    “No, just friends” I whispered back.

    “S’not what I heard, I hear you to were getting cozy over the weekend, falling asleep together in the bath tub, and there are pictures don’t try to deny it”

    “What?” I yelled flabbergasted.

    Most people turned around, to see who shouted but when they saw it was just me they turned back towards the front. I could feel Jordan shaking in the chair next to me; I reached down and squeezed his thigh. He stopped moving immediately. I looked up at his face to see what was wrong, he was blushing. Aww bless, I thought.

    Now it was my turn to laugh, I clutched my stomach laughing at his shocked expression, he pouted annoyed, so I squeezed his thigh again he just laughed and tried to shove me off. Without making too much commotion we had a mini fight under the table. By accident, well I think it was, his hand brushed across my boob, I don’t think he noticed but I started blushing.

    He grinned, and now it was my turn to blush. I shook my head at him, biting my lip, “I’ll do it again” He mouthed threatening me.

    “I dare you” I mouthed back.

    I watched as his hand slowly reached towards me, but pulled away last minute. I stuck my tongue out at him; he just grinned and shook his head turning back to the work. I sat there and watched him work instead of doing my own work. He was cute under all his weirdness. I leaned towards him looking at the tattoo on his neck, it was a bird.

    He felt how close I was and turned to me. We were so close I could feel his breath on my face, I pulled back dazed. I turned to my book only to turn straight back to him. He was watching me amazed. Neither of us got up when the bell went we just watched each other. Eventually I broke the connection and looked away.

    I felt hot. I felt a hand on my arm stopping me from walking off. I turned back to Jordan.

    “Have lunch with me?” He asked.

    “Yeah, okay” I said.

    He smiled before walking off. Someone barged past me, it was Zaine.

    “Zaine!” I called, I could walk with him to next lesson he was in all my classes after all.

    He turned back to me expectantly. We walked down the corridor to French in silence.

    “What’s wrong?” I asked.

    “Nothing” He said shortly.

    Some girl outside our French class smiled at him, he just walked over there and landed one right on her lips, pulling her into a kiss. Did he even know her? I’m sure that wasn’t the same girl from the party, that wasn’t even blond bimbo b***h Barbie. What did he have three at once now? He pulled back and looked me straight in the eye.

    “Why should I care who you have lunch with?” He said icily before storming into the room.

    “I guess the playboy’s back” Someone whispered behind me. I turned to see Stephanie smiling at me.

    “I guess so” I mumbled.

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    By lunch it was circulating around that Zaine was back. And he most certainly was, I walked into the canteen and it looked like some royal ceremony thing. Him and his mates surrounded by loads of girls, feeling them up laughing joking and being really loud. It was weird seeing Zaine like this, me him and his trio normally sat in the corner and had lunch together.

    I’d forgotten he was the school king because for a while he stopped acting like it. I guess that was our friendship nice and over, I looked around for Jordan he was sitting on the table next to Zaine’s with Stephanie. I walked over to them and pulled up a chair. I didn’t realize until I sat down that I was in clear view of Zaine, I was facing him.

    He saw me and smirked. He pulled some random groupie into his lap and started making out with her, his eyes on me the whole time, I couldn’t look away his eyes were captivating. Bright blue. When she pulled away he smirked at me. I nodded, if he wanted to play like that. I pulled Jordan towards me crashing my lips to his, cutting him off mid sentence.

    He didn’t know what to do at first, his hands floated in the air but eventually he just rested them on my waist, I pulled away and looked at Zaine he looked peed off. I smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. He turned away. I felt my phone buzz it was a text form him, 2 simple words.

    It’s on

    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.