The Player novel Chapter 4

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.

He seemed to have given up on the door, as he turned around and slid down the door with his back against it, now facing towards me. He placed his head in between his legs, before sitting up straight and pushing his hair back with his hand.

From this angle, I had a chance to get a good look at him. No matter how much I despised him, I couldn't help but admit that he was attractive. He had light brown hair and piercing green eyes that always made the girls swoon. He had thick eyebrows, a very muscular build, and a crooked nose that was broken multiple times from football. His lips were pink and from the kiss that we had previously, I could say first hand that they were very soft. Like a baby's bottom kind of soft if you know what I mea-

Mid-way through my thought, Christopher let out a cough, aware of the fact that I was checking him out.

"Like what you see?" He asked, his lips pulled up in a smirk.

I cringed at the thought that I added to his already inflated ego, and knew that I had to knock him down a peg.

"No, I was just staring at your nose. 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 face of fruit loops because you and toucan Sam have an uncanny resemblance. You know I can make a call if you'd lik- "

"Ok that's enough," he said, trying to hide a smile on his face. "What is your issue with me anyway?"

"I don't have an issue with you." I crossed my arms, knowing that was a lie.

"BS." Apparently, he could tell too. "You hate me but you don't even know me."