Dancing With The Player | ✓

Chapter 16

Christopher

7:40 PM

What is wrong with me?

That seemed to be question that I asked myself a lot recently.

The walk away from Brielle seemed like forever, but I knew that I couldn't stay there with her, no matter how much I wanted to. When I finally reached my car, I got into the driver's seat, running my hands through my hair in frustration.

The problem wasn't that I regretted kissing her, it was that I didn't.

This wasn't supposed to happen. None of it was. I wasn't supposed to get feelings for her. I was supposed to stay focused on the plan.

Reel her in. Make her like me. Then break her heart.

That was always the goal. After I found out that she was Scott's little sister, and how much that bugged him, I knew that it had to be done. He needed to understand what it was like to see someone close to you wear away. To not even recognize who they were. To see someone that had been nothing but happy have their entire life fall apart in front of your eyes.

He deserved it.

But she didn't.

When I first saw her, with her chocolate-colored hair and deep brown eyes, she was the most beautiful girl that I ever saw. Not in the same way that Melanie and the waitress were. She was beautiful in a way that didn't require effort. She didn't need to try, or be something that she wasn't. There was something about the way that nothing seemed to faze her that wrapped me in, that I didn't know at the time.

I snapped out of my thoughts, putting the key into the ignition and starting the car. I just needed to get home and clear my head of what just happened. By the time that I got to my house, I was mentally exhausted. I collapsed onto the couch, closing my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

"Where were you?" Nicole said, plopping down next to me on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in her hand. I groaned as my eyes fluttered open, my potential nap now ruined.

"Did you not see that I was sleeping?" I grumbled.

"I did, I just chose to ignore it." She grabbed the remote off the table and turned on the TV. "What were you doing anyway. We were supposed to watch a movie after school today."

"Nothing," I mumbled, closing my eyes again. I wasn't in the mood to be interrogated by my sister.

She punched me hard in the arm, causing me to clutch the area in pain. I shot her a glare. "What was that for?"

"To get your attention." She popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth. "And now that I have it, I demand that you to tell me what's wrong."

My eyebrows raised in amusement. "You demand me?"

"Correct."

I rolled my eyes. "Well sorry to tell you but there is nothing to say."

She looked at me with knowing eyes. "Chris, I have known you for nearly 17 years. I have bathed with you, lied for you, and potty trained you."

"You did not," I interjected. "You were like five at the time, you were barely potty trained yourself."

She waved her hand dismissively. "That's not the point. The point is that I know you, and I know when something's wrong. You've been acting weird around me for weeks, and I haven't said anything, but you're really starting to worry me, so please just tell me."

She locked eyes with me, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Just be honest, are you on drugs?"

My eyes grew wide as I swiped her hand off my shoulders. "Are you actually asking me that?"