A/N- Just so you know, I’ve changed the name of this story form good girl gone bad-thanks to Mr. Player to Love, Hate and Mr. Player. I was the one who actually came up with it, but thanks for your suggestion anyway! I’ll try dedicate you all a chapter each (I hope I can)

Anyway, read on—

Chapter 36

[Alex’s POV]

I don’t know how long we kissed, but the kiss was really amazing. This kiss was really different than any of the kisses I’d shared with Dylan. I don’t really know if it really was different or it seemed different to me because of the things he had just confessed.

He loved me. Is this even possible? I can’t believe this. This seems too good to be true. I cannot believe this at all. I mean this is Dylan Kennedy we’re talking about here, our very own Mr. Player. He doesn’t falls for anyone. He only knows how to break hearts. And it’s me—Alex Rogers we’re talking about here too. This seems too good to be true. Such things don’t happen to me. Then why is it happening now?

His lips moved urgently against mine, increasing the passion by a hundred fold. I couldn’t help moaning. His tongue licked my lips, asking for entry and I gave him. I parted my lips allowing his tongue to slide inside. An explosion of passion took place and I moaned again. His hands slid down my back, massaging it as it landed on my butt. I wrapped one of my legs partially around his waist and kissed him harder, not able to control myself.

 He pulled me closer to him. His lips shifted from mine and trailed down my neck. They travelled all the way down to my cleavage. He kept trailing my neck with kisses making me gasp and moan. I ran my fingers through his hair. He brought his lips back on mine and started kissing me back. He pulled me even closer, so that our chests were pressed tightly against each other. The kiss was getting really heated. We needed to stop. We were in school for god’s sake.

And so, I parted.

He was clearly surprised. “Why—“

“We’re in school Dylan. Besides it’s prohibited to come over at the rooftop. And on top of that we were kissing too…” I mumbled, turning scarlet.

He smirked. “Clearly, you were enjoying it” he said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh stop it you!” I smacked him across his toned chest.

“Ow!” He exclaimed.

I looked up into his eyes. The world seemed to freeze. His eyes were a beautiful mixture of sky blue (the kind of deep blue sky you see on a sunny day) and green (the beautiful slightly dark green you see on fresh leaves) He had on a spicy cologne which was making me dizzy and my breath was coming out in rapid pants thanks to the recent kissing.

“Come here” he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him once again. His eyes locked into mine and he kept gazing at me. I looked back into his eyes as well. The moment stretched on. And somehow time stood still. We kept gazing at each other. It wasn’t like those small instances which felt like hours. No, I knew for real that we both have been staring into our eyes for minutes now.

“What?” I asked, not removing my eyes from his.

“I’m just wondering how this happened” he said.

“Huh? What?” I asked back, confused.

“I’m wondering how in the world did you make me fall for you.” He said and then sighed. I would’ve thought he was just messing around, or teasing me. But he looked so serious; I couldn’t help but believe him.

Believe him…should I believe him?

My heart said that I should. But the rational part of me, my brain said that I should be hundred percent sure that he actually means each and every word he says before falling any deeper into him.

This time, I went with my brain.

They say ‘listen to your heart’. Well I say ‘fuck you’ to whoever came up with that. [Author’s note- No offense to anyone who actually believes in the ‘listen to your heart’ thing] Listen to your heart? What after that? They didn’t tell you what to do when your heart actually got blinded by love and you believed it and took some stupid decisions which could actually ruin your life. They just say listen to your heart. You know what I say? Listen to your heart, but don’t forget your brain—because a broken heart can’t function properly. [Author’s Note- That’s totally not original, I know]

So I go with my brain this time—and then my heart.

“Dylan, you know I like you; I really do. I just…it’s just too hard to believe—“

“I know it is Alex, I’m not too sure myself what it is. But right now, I can swear I feel something strong for you, really strong. I won’t be the idiot I usually am and deny these feelings of mine. I’m gonna accept them. I love you and that’s the truth.”

He said this so easily, so flawlessly. I wanted to believe him, I really did. In fact a part of me (the stupid and idiotic part of me) actually wanted to stop thinking so much and just live in the moment, just enjoy what I had right now and just be content, just be happy.

But I ignored that part.

“Dylan…I love you too.” I said, hesitantly. There was no point in hiding what I felt. It was pretty clear anyway.

His face instantly brightened a hundred times more compared to before. It seemed as if he was on the verge of saying something when I interrupted him and went on with what I had to say.

“Dylan I love you too. But, I don’t know if you really love me. You know you love me, but I don’t. I’ve never felt you loved me. Don’t tell me that you love me, prove it.” I said, shocking myself. ‘Prove it’ where had that come from?

He gaped at me, shocked.

I bit my lower lip nervously. If he walks away now, saying he doesn’t have time for shit like proving his love to me and that I should believe him, then I’m seriously going to end up believing he doesn’t loves me and it’s just a small obsession or maybe lust disguised as a wanna-be love. I mean if he really loves me, he’d want to be with me. And if he has to prove his feelings for me then he should, right? He can do at least that.

Maybe I was being stupid. I mean how is he supposed to prove his feelings for me? When you know, you just know. If he asks me to prove my feelings for him I’ll probably have nothing but a few kisses and passionate words to explain it to him even then it’ll be next to impossible. How will I ever prove it? Wasn’t it really…umm…evil, yeah, evil of me to ask him to do something which even I don’t have a clue how to do.

But I wanted to take care of my heart. I wanted to be safe. He’d broken my heart again and again, trampled on it a countless times. I didn’t want to be played again. And if that involves acting a little stupid, then be it.

“Prove my love to you?” he asked. I nodded.

“Dylan, I don’t know why. But all this time I’ve felt like an utter moron chasing after you, wanting you to love me and getting let down by you again and again. And this is happening so suddenly, I can’t believe it. It’s too good to be true. I’ve never ever felt that you love me. But I want to now. Prove it. Prove that you really love me and I swear you won’t regret it. I’ll love you back a thousand times more. I still do. I just…just prove it Dylan” I mumbled the end part.

He stared at me, his eyes locked into mine. He didn’t say anything. My heart was beating erratically.

Alex, you idiot! He won’t prove it to you. What the fuck are you asking him to do? You’re not a moronic heroine from a sappy romance teen-flick. You’re an ordinary girl, that’s it. Moronic heroines ask the love of their life to prove them their love, not ordinary, boring, plain looking girls like you! He won’t prove it. He’ll walk away, saying I’m an idiot…I’ve lost my only chance…I totally ruined my chances with him….

“Yes” he said suddenly, shattering the silence.

“Yes?”

“Yeah, I mean sure, I’ll prove my love to you, no big deal!” he said and then smiled a full blown smile which almost knocked me out of my feet. “I can prove it to you. I’m Dylan Kennedy after all, and this is a piece of cake” he said smirking.

“Cocky much?” I muttered but couldn’t help smiling back.

I really hope he proves his feelings for me. I really do.

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[Dylan’s POV]

Me and Alex parted ways after my confession on the roof. I wanted to dance and jump around and act like a total idiot. It’s just that I was so happy! I couldn’t be any happier. I’d finally said what I had to and Alex had been so good to forgive me so easily. All she wants is for me to prove my love to her.

Well excuse me, but how the heck will I do that!?

I’d said yes like I knew exactly what I needed to do, when in reality I had no clue whatsoever. I mean Alex had been expecting me to say yes. I couldn’t just refuse, right? She was challenging me. This was something I had to do. This was the very last step. I succeed and she is mine. And she’s worth it. So I’ll give it a shot.

Well, I’ll need some help though. Tia could be of help. After all, they are best friends! Okay, this is cheating. But c’mon, no girl had ever asked me to do something like this. I just had to lay my eye on the girl I wanted and I’d get her. It was no big deal. I was the player. Never did I think I’ll have to do something like this.

Well, I’ll think about that later. The important thing on hand is… oh god, save me. How am I supposed to break up with Stacey? She’ll skin me alive and feed me to her monstrous dogs.

I’d been thinking all about what I was gonna say. I’d even had a short chat with Tia on the ‘proving my love’ shit.

“Well, you need to persuade Alex. You need to make her believe that you really are head over heels for her. Well, are you?” Tia asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah! I love her.” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks getting red.

“Aww!!! How cute! You really do like her, don’t you? You asshole, you really tortured her with your stupid player games. The first step is probably to prove it to her that you’ve changed, that you’re not a player anymore” she said.

Not a player anymore….

Am I not a player anymore? Am I over my womanizing ways? Am I?

I shut my eyes and Alex’s face appeared. That’s when I knew. I don’t want anyone. I just want Alex. If I have her, I have everything. I’d skipped from one girl to the other, never getting to know anyone closely, never finding anyone a tad bit interesting. Except for Alex. I’d fallen for her. And now I knew that I’d found what I wanted, I don’t need to continue with this player thingy.

I was deep in my thoughts when the idea just came up. I knew exactly what I had to do. Well, this was just a start, the first step to proving my feelings. And probably my first and last step to tell everyone that I was over my player-ish ways.

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A/N- Hey there readers! Not much in this chapter, I know. But I just had to right a filler chapter. I hope you liked it. The next chapter’s gonna be awesome. And if you guys haven’t guessed it already, this book’s about to end (How sad! L I can’t believe it!! I’m gonna miss updating this book.) Probably 2-3 chapters remain along with an epilogue. And then I’ll probably get down to editing this book and un-hold my other books and try to update them. Please please please vote for as many chapters as you liked! It’s not much, just a click, right? So please vote for.. (okay, I’m being really greedy here) All the chapters you haven’t voted for! I’m serious guys, PLEASE!!!! P.S- The more votes I get, the faster the upload.

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