Playing Games

"Why do you care if I kiss other girls? We're not together, we're friends" he stated swallowing his emotions. "You're right, why should I care? Like you said we're friends" I got more angry with each word that came out of my mouth. "You know what? Go makeout with any girl you want, I don't care" I said as I started to walk away. I felt his hand grip my wrist and pull me back against the lockers. His hands cupped my face and the next thing I know his lips were smashed up against mine. *********************************************************************************************************Stella Jones didn't believe in love, only lust. After one guy broke her heart, she swore to never fall for someone again until she graduates, she was done with high school boys. She's kept her promise to herself until a new guy starts at her school, Logan Carter, but does he have a promise too? Will he get her to live her life? Will she break her promise? Will he break his?

The alarm on my phone went off on the pillow beside my head. I got enough energy to lift my arm out of the covers to turn it off and then looked at the time. 6:30 was too early to wake up, don't get me wrong, I love mornings, I'm a morning person, I just don't like mornings when I have to go to school. People automatically think just because I get good grades and work hard means that I love school. Well guess what? I don't. It just means I'm a perfectionist. The whole school thing never was my thing, everyone coming into the school like an army of people who get no sleep, go to class for an hour, then go to the next class and so on. Then eventually going home just to do more school work, depriving themselves of sleep, then going back the next day to do the same thing, and all to learn nothing useful. When you get into the real world, you learn about real life, not just some poem by Shakespeare, I mean the dude's a genius, just not my preferred reading material.

I figured it was time to stop procrastinating getting out of bed, so I hauled off the covers and swung my legs around and planted my feet on the floor. I did all the usual stuff a girl does in the morning: brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair and put a little bit of makeup on. And by little I mean little. I hate wearing a lot, somedays I don't wear any. I also never brush my hair, that's something I will never do, it makes my hair look frizzy and that's just not a good look.

I walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen to get some breakfast. I got an avocado out from the fridge and started cutting it in half.