[11] Good-Bye Mr Player(Edited)

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Chapter 11

Good-Bye Mr. Player

ALEX

 

The sunlight pours in through the bedroom window as I get out of my bed. The scenes from last night flood through my mind. It usually is always like this. I get up in the morning and my mind is corrupted with Dylan and our kisses. I head to the washroom, running my fingers through my tousled hair. I'm surely going to have a bad hair day today, thanks to not washing my hair after getting it wet in the rain yesterday.

 I come out half an hour later, drying my hair with a towel. I put on a black tank top and jeans with a pair of simple ballet flats. I leave my hair loose to dry. I’m ready for school after applying some mascara and lip gloss. As soon as I pick up my cell-phone to stuff it inside my pocket, it begins ringing. The call is coming from Tia's home telephone.

 "Hey! What’s up?" I ask clicking then answer button.

 "Alex, can I talk to Tia?" It’s Tia’s mom and not Tia herself. Which makes me wonder, why is she calling me talk to Tia?  "I received a text from her phone last night saying that she was going to stay over at your house since it was getting late"

I feel shocked as her mother’s words register in my mind and I quickly come up with a plausible lie. “Oh, um Tia’s in the bathroom right now. But I’ll tell her to call you as soon as possible”

"That would be good, thank you Alex.”

Oh my god, I can't believe what Tia has done. She actually told her mom she is at my house, and since she's not at my house (and not even in her own) then that means she can be at only one place. I actually remain frozen thinking about what she has done. God, how can she be so stupid! How can I be so stupid? I was supposed to be watching her back. That was the whole point of the group study thing; and what did I do? I forgot all about her and got busy with Dylan. What kind of friend that makes me? A bad one for sure.

 I started getting hysterical. I quickly dial Tia’s number but find out her phone is switched off. Now there is only one way I can reach her and that is at where she is. And I can bet my life that she is at Matt's. And there's only one person who can take me there.

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I don't care I am missing school. In fact that is the least of my worries. I get in my car and head off straight to Mr. Player’s abode. I know where his house is (who doesn't?) But unfortunately, I don't remember the directions to Matt's place and so Dylan is the only person who I think can help me out.

Twelve minutes later I am standing outside Dylan's house. Okay, I’d heard that he was rich and all, and that his house was situated in one of the most posh localities of the town, but I hadn't expected this! This isn't a house; it is a goddamn mansion!  I park my car and walk up to the humongous gate. I am let in by the guard at the gate. I walk down the garden. There are bushes after bushes of exotic looking flowers. I feel weird when I ring the bell and then knock the huge mansion doors. It is opened a second later by a butler. I tell him I am here to meet Dylan. He nods and leads me inside.

I see a man and woman at the grand looking dining table, eating their food. It doesn’t takes much to figure out they are Dylan’s parents. He looks strikingly similar to them if you analyze their features closely. I feel really weird to have barged in at a moment like this. But times like this call for drastic measure. Dylan’s mom is a beautiful blonde with green eyes while his dad is handsome-looking middle aged man with brown hair and blue eyes. They both look really sophisticated and elegant wearing formal looking clothes. And of course, they are really good looking; no wonder Dylan is so handsome.

"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy" I say hesitantly. "I'm Alex and I've come here to see Dylan. I...uh...need to talk to him." I finish my sentence awkwardly. They both look at each other, passing each other a knowing look before turning to me.

 "You're another one of his girlfriends, aren’t you?" his mom speaks up, looking at me with her judgmental eyes, assuming things that are obviously not true.

"You are, aren't you? I should've known. That boy can never change!" his dad exclaims sounding slightly angry. It seems he’s talking more to himself than me. Both of them look really annoyed.

 "Um no, I'm not his girlfriend or rather, ‘one of his girlfriends’" I reply back, embarrassed. “I mean I don't run after him like all the other girls at school do. I have some standards, you know?"

 Any other parent would have taken offense at my ‘I have some standards’ statement—not them though. They only stare at me as if they can’t believe me. "So why do you need to see him?" His mom speaks up, as realization dawns over her.

 "We're working on a project together and it's kind of urgent. I need to see him."

They pass each other a look and then turn to me, judging me again. Like they think I am here for the sole purpose of doing something wrong with their son—like meeting their son early in the morning is the main objective of my life and I have nothing better to do, because that’s how desperate I am. "Well, he's in his bedroom." They signal the butler to show me the way. The butler leads me up the flight of stairs and through endless hallways before leaving me in front of Dylan’s door.  I knocked on it a couple of times, but I get no response, not even a sound. That’s when I notice the door is slightly ajar. I open the door further, feeling uncertain. But then I noticed the room is empty—great! I step in. Dylan is nowhere to be seen. I can hear the sound of falling water. Okay, so he's taking a shower. Very well then, I'll just have to wait for him here. I plop down on his soft bed and lie down there for a minute. There’s something wrong with the pillow I think. I pick it up to fix it, only to feel shock descend upon me. I gasp in shock.

 There’s a lacy black bra—under the pillow.

 God, this guy is impossible! I wonder where its owner is. I don't even want to imagine what it's doing here. Dylan is so disgusting. How did I forget that he's a player?  I could've stumbled right into one of his love making sessions if I had been a little early. Thank god I wasn't! I get up and started start fixing off the wrinkles that have appeared on my top when the door leading to the bathroom opens up and Dylan steps in. And what's more, he is shirtless, wrapped only in a towel around the waist.

His eyes almost pop out when they fall on me. Clearly, I was the last person he was expecting to see when he stepped out from a shower. Hell, he wasn’t expecting to see anyone. He’s obviously beyond shocked on seeing me of all people. He does a good job of hiding his initial shock and replaces it with a smirk. "Fancy seeing you here Alex" he says. "I knew you would realize that you want me too. What’s shocking is, you couldn't even wait until school?"

 "Dylan, can you please stop acting like a self-obsessed idiot for one second and listen to me? ‘m here because I need you to take me to Matt's house."

"Why is that?" Dylan cocks his eyebrows curiously.

 "I'll tell that to you on the way, okay? Now move your lazy ass and wear some clothes and get ready!"

"And why should I help you? What will I get in return? Let’s see…I'll settle with a kiss" he says, shrugging in this no-big-deal manner.

"How about I kick your ass if you don't stop wasting my time?" I reply back batting my eyelashes adorably but sounding dead serious at the same time. Dylan by now should understand that I’m in no mood for meaningless flirting.

 He sighs, giving up. "Fine, wait a second" he turns to his closet and grabs some clothes from it. "Mind turning around now so I can change, or are you interested in seeing the view?”

 "Oh no, it's alright, I'll turn. I don't want to watch anything of yours. To be honest, there’s nothing worth seeing.” I reply back. We both know it’s a lie.

"Think again, you're missing some seriously great goodies here" he says, pointing to himself, his annoying smirk still plastered on his face. I shake my head in refusal and turn away.  A minute or two later he plops down next to me on the bed and started wearing his sneakers. It is a wonder that he has only taken a bath and simply put on his clothes; He hasn't even combed his hair, but he looks absolutely perfect. I wish I was lucky enough to look perfect without even trying. When he is done, we both get up and start heading out of the room. As I open the bedroom door, I find his mom and dad standing there outside. I feel slightly taken aback by their sudden appearance. I had no clue they were standing just outside his room.

 "Mom, dad, what are you guys doing here?" Dylan asks, annoyance lacing his voice.

"Oh nothing, we were just heading to our room and—"

“Your room is not even on this floor." he objects, looking angrier by the second.

 "We…um…" She stutters in reply, looking really guilty.

 "Let it be mom and dad. I know what you guys are doing here. You’re probably spying on your son—again."

 "Son we only—” Dylan’s dad begins speaking.

 "Please, just leave me alone” he says and then walks off. They both look at me, looking rather pitiful. Dylan was rude to his parents. But then, they shouldn’t have done what they did. But maybe they were just what any worried parent would? They are obviously not happy with Dylan’s womanizer life-style. I follow Dylan downstairs, silently wondering if his parents had heard our conversation. Soon enough we’re getting into my car and heading off to our destincation.

"So you are basically missing school to go over to Matt's?" he asks, curious.

"So what if I am? Aren't you ditching school too?" 

"Can't you ever stop being rude? And yes, I'm ditching school, but that’s because I'm tired" 

"Had a really long night, didn't you?"  I say shooting him a grin. My eyes glint mischievously as I notice his surprised expressions. He looks at me, his eyes going wide with wonder. I simply laugh. 

"H—how did you—" he stutters, shocked.

"Oh please, it doesn’t take a genius to guess about your night-time activities. Besides, I found a lacy piece of woman lingerie under your pillow while you were in the shower. I wonder who left it there…" 

"You don't think Alana would be looking for it now, do you?" he asks, sounding serious, worry lines creasing his forehead.

"Eww, Alana?! As in Alana Jones. I didn’t know your standards were that low. What did you see in her anyway?” I ask, horrified.

"Well, she is hot and she was free last night" 

"You are disgusting!" I exclaim, scrunching up my nose.

"Now can you please tell me why it is so important for you to visit Matt's house that you decided to not only ditch school but come over at my place to ruin my beauty sleep?" he asks. 

"Beauty sleep? Like seriously? Well I had to do this because apparently my best friend who told her mother that she is staying over at my house is at the moment sleeping with your best friend and ditching school" I said. 

"And what makes you think she's with Matt?" he asks, raising his eyebrow.

"I just have a hunch. A very strong hunch" I say narrowing my eyes at him. 

A couple of minutes later arrive in front of Matt's house. After parking the car, I walk through the gates looking really angry and annoyed, not caring that if anyone saw me, they would think I've gone insane; not caring that Dylan is actually snickering behind my back. Well he can go to hell for all I care. I enter through the door which is opened by a maid. She has a vase in her hand which she was probably dusting earlier. "Where's Matt?! I bark at her. She almost drops the vase in shock, when I shout at her. With her eyes as wide as saucers she points her finger upwards, towards the stairs, looking scared.

"I assume you know where he is?"

"In his room of course." he replies with a shrug

Dylan doesn't argue. He simply nods and starts for the stairs, I follow him. He keeps walking on. Matt's house is almost as complicated as Dylan's. Almost. We are soon standing in front of Matt's room. The door is closed. I knocked on it like a civil citizen of the country, not intruding his privacy. But when he refuses to open the door (I don’t get any response) I kick open the door hard. And by hard, I mean really hard. The door smashes open colliding against the wall with a loud bang.

Matt’s eyes pop open with a start. He jumps up, sitting upright on his bed, shock frozen on his face. "What the—!" He is shirtless; I can see someone's blonde hair peeking from underneath the blanket—Tia’s hair.

"You jerk!" I exclaim, pissed. This time my voice causes Tia to jump up in surprise. She was naked under those blankets, so when she bolts up, a little more than necessary skin is shown. Surprisingly, I notice Dylan looking away, embarrassed.

"What's going on?" Torey says, sounding dazed. Then she notices that she is devoid of clothes and quickly pulls the blanket over, covering herself. "Wh—what's going on?" she squeaks.

"Tia Parker I must inform you that you’ve officially lost your virginity” I speak out, my voice devoid of emotions. Her mouth forms an ‘O’ as her brain embraces the facts and comes to the conclusion that what I’m saying is, after all, true.

"Oh my god!" she exclaims. Her hands fly to her mouth, covering it as she suppresses a gasp. Tears start streaming down her cheek. "But—but  I don't remember how—" she mumbles, looking heart-broken.

I walk over to her, patting her back. "It's okay. What has been done is done. C'mon, grab your clothes and let’s go" I hand her over her clothes from last night that lay crumbled up on the floor. With the blankets still wrapped around her, she walks off towards the washroom, her clothes clutched in her hands.

As she vanishes into the bathroom I turn to Matt. "What did you do to her?!" I demand.

"I did to her? Babe, these sort of things need co-operation you know" he relies, smirking.

"So think you’re a smart-ass, huh? News flash, you’re not, and your answer was so not funny. I’m sure you forced her into this!”

"I did not!"

"She didn't want to do it. What did you do to her!?"

"I didn't do anything” Matt pleads, aghast.

Tia emerges out of the bathroom in her wrinkled clothes, looking cranky. "Tia, did you do it out of your own will?" I ask, turning to her. “Did you sleep with him because you wanted to?”

"I—I don't know how it happened. We were just kissing and...I don't know. I wouldn't have let him do this." she say, tears welling in her eyes.

“See, we both got carried away, no one’s to blame" Matt speaks up.

My eyes at the very moment fall on a packet of tablets. I walk over to them. Picking them up, I read the information on the packet and instantly realize what happened. "You spiked her drink?!" I exclaim, turning to him. "How could you?! I can't believe it!” I walk over to him and without thinking twice slap him square across his face. I notice his jaw clenching, his expressions grim as hears me out. “You’re such an asshole, oh my god. C'mon Tia, we're getting out of here" saying this I grab her hand and start to leave. But before I can take a single step, I feel a hand on my shoulder, ready to stop me. I turn to find myself staring in Dylan's green eyes.

"No Dylan, stay away.” I interrupt before he can say anything. “I don't think it's a good idea for us to even talk now. For you guys, sleeping around with girls may be a hobby. But we're not like your typical high school whores. You just can't treat us the way you treat them. So it's better if we stay away. It's a good bye." I can feel his gaze burning a hole in my head as I start walking away, Tia following close behind me.

I don't know if I should have done what I did—being rude to Dylan because of something his friend did, ending our ‘friendship’ or whatever we had. But maybe I did do the right thing. He’s a womanizer, he’s Mr. Player, and players are bad news. Today it was Tia, tomorrow it could be me. It’s better if we steer clear of them.

Dylan Kennedy, I hope today’s the last time we ever talk.

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