The Players BestFriend

Chapter 12

"Ezra, get out now!! My dad is gonna be home any minute and you're not Hailey!" I shouted, pushing him out of the kitchen.

His brows furrowed, confusion being crystal clear. "What? Why would I be Hailey?"

"Because, I'm not allowed to have guys over without my dad supervising so I lied and said you were Hailey." I shrugged, like it was nothing.

He smirked, "Oh, so you snuck out to go to my party and you lied to your dad? I didn't know you were such a rebel. I like it."

"I'm not a rebel." I argued, rolling my eyes at the ridiculous statement.

"Whatever you say, cupcake. Speaking of food, I didn't even get to eat any of my salad."

"Get some and go!" I exclaimed, shoving him towards my front door.

"I had fun tonight. See you at school tomorrow."

Just when I thought he was gone, he turned around and smiled.

"Kylie, Austen is an idiot. You're too beautiful to be cheated on. If you were mine, I wouldn't let you slip away." And then he walked out of my house, leaving me dumbfounded.

Did Ezra just call me beautiful? Nah. Probably just another one of his playboy moves. No way he actually meant it.

~*~

"Hey dad. How was work?" I asked, kissing him on the cheek.

"It was work. Nothing fun happened." He replied, walking towards the kitchen. "Where's this delicious salad you and Hailey made?"

"I put it in the fridge. I'm going to bed, I'm tired. Love you. Goodnight."

"Love you too. Goodnight."

When I entered my room, I plopped down on my warm inviting bed. Just when I started to relax, my phone chimed. I let out a loud groan and walked towards my dresser. When I picked up my phone and saw the message, my eyes widened and my mouth dropped.

From: The Cheater

'So I heard you and Ezra are interviewing me for your little project... This should be interesting! ;)'

I seriously hate him.

'Ezra is interviewing you. Not me. Delete my number.'

'No. I'm good.'

We went on and on arguing over the stupidest things. I finally got tired of it and just turned off my phone.

I got out my iPod and went to music. I went to my playlist and hit shuffle. The last song I heard was "Fix You" by Coldplay before I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

~*~

The next morning, I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I dragged myself to my en-suite and looked in the mirror. I was horrified by my reflection. My hair looks like a rats nest and my face has marks on it from my pillow. I turned on the shower and while I waited on the water to heat up, I turned on my phone to check my Facebook and Instagram.

I didn't have any new notifications on Facebook but I did have three follow requests and five likes on Instagram.

John Hemings....... Ewwww. No. You look like a creep.

Luke Walters........ Ooooo. You're cute. Accept.

Ezra Johnson....... Wait what?!? I didn't even know he was on any social sites. I debated with myself back and forth until I finally decided to let him follow me and I followed him back.

I stepped into the shower and was instantly relaxed. The warm water traveled all over my body. I washed and rinsed my hair and washed my body with coconut scented body wash. This stuff smells amazing!