Mr. Player meets Ms. Trouble by C. Joyce (popular books to read .TXT) 📕

Prologue

Summary:

High school. The one word Lilia Crystal Lyleson hates the most. From their awful homework addicted teacher to Easton Riverway High's Cassy Eli Dehan. Add high school stress, the mean chick that would date her mirror, nerdy main character, and ah yes- the super hot jerk. Mix all of Lilia's problems in a witch pot, and you have a cliche teen story. Which Lilia does not want to be the main chick. 

Wanting to stop being the poor helpless nerd of Easton Riverway's bullied nerd; she decides to flip her life around. From naturally smart to naturally Troublemaker, hungry for revenge. 

 

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I stared blankly at Ace, I have no idea what move to take. Each step I take, he follows, blocking my way. If only there's a school rule that girls can kick guys in the nuts for blocking the way. I mean really Easton Riverway, you stay the same. And I hate you for it. 

 

"Are you dumb, deaf, or both? I told you to move." I tried to take a step to the right and Ace just mirrored my move. I left out a troublesome sigh, this dude. This dude must not want to have children in the future. "I said for you to fucking move!"

 

Silence followed in the hallway. Ok...maybe I yelled that too loud for everyone to hear. I'm suprise teacher's aren't storming to see the drama happening.

 

"I'm not moving till we talk Lilia." Ace said with a hint of annoyace on the edge of his tongue. "Look, there's a lot of things left unsaid and-"

 

I couldn't help to snort at him. "-Left unsaid?" I could feel the bitterness tone in my mouth. This dude really thinks I want to talk to him? After all the things he did to me? Hell no. "What do ya' wanna talk about oh mightly popular Ace Aaron? Look everyone Mr. Player Ace wants to talk to poor little nerdy Lilia."  I turned my head side to side to face the emotionless faces of Easton Riverway High. 

 

Ace grab a hold of my hand, "Lilia, stop. You're causing attention. I just want to talk to you about last night."

 

I stared down at our collided hands in digust. I ripped my hand away from his flithy ones. "Oh, about last night. No worries, your cruel secret game will not be told. You hear me. I never want to see you ever again. If we do meet again, the proud Ace Aaron will fall. Trust my words, I will have my revenge."

 

Those were the final words I said to Mr. Player before fading away in the crowds of high school students. Well...final words for 2 years, until I came back as a new leaf.

 

Chapter 1 - Girl, get your shit together

 

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I stared blankly at the one piece of paper that was mocking me. I actually have to write a sad story for English. A sad story...like in movies that like to make you cry and such. Yeah, no thanks. "Trust me class, it will be easy." My English teacher told us with joy. Yeah sure, easy for you to say since you're not the one writing it. "This will count as a test grade and will be due on Thursday." Everyone in the class groaned.

 

"Mr. Harry, we only have two days to finish this. The assignment also counts as a test grade. I have soccer, poms, and even cheer leading to attend both today and tomorrow. In my opinion, I think this story you're making us write is absolutely stupid." One of my best friends, Stella Mark,  said in pride with her head held high.

 

Mr. King had one of his famous looks, not the kind of look students want to see. "Well, thank you for trying me Miss Mark. Sadly for you though, I didn't ask about your day nor care about it. It's just my job to give you an assignment." He stop his pacing and gave our class a 'I don't care' look, "Class you should thank Miss Mark. Instead of this assignment being counted as a test grade; it will count as three. Oh, and instead of the project originally due on Thursday. It will be due tomorrow." Someone please shoot me...or Stella. "Does anymore have problems with that?"

 

We all shook our heads speechless. The bell finally rang and saved us from hell aka British Literature. I walk in a fast pace to get out of that class. I decided to go to my locker instead of walking with Stella or Kira. Once at my locker I grabbed my AP Geometry textbook but something else caught my eye. Ace Aaron.  

 

"Hey you, you ditched us." A familiar voice rocked me back to reality. I glance to my side to see a half pissed Kira.

 

"Hey-" There's three people this entire high school knows not to pissed off. Those three people are: Ace Aaron, Cassey Dehan, ...Kira Harper. Thankfully one of those three is one of my best friends. "-yeah, I'm really sorry. I was in a hurry, I'm really  hungry for food. I thought I could just meet up with you guys at lunch."

 

Stella, who finally paused looking at her reflection and decided to look at me. "Do you guys think this lip gloss shade matches with my skin tone or no...?"

 

Kira rolled her dark brown eyes, "Are you serious Stella?"

 

Stella had a confused experssion on her face. "What did I say wrong?" She even had a even more confused look, "So...is your answer a yes or no?"

 

"AGH. Never mind." Kira changed her attention back to me with a smug look. "Admit it Lilia, the only real reason you ditched us is to take a secret glance at Ace Aaron. ...So that me or Stella won't find out your little baby crush on him."

 

"I do NOT have a crush on Ace Aaron," my voice sounded defensively. "I - I mean Ace is good looking...smart, and n-nice guy?"

 

"Nice?" Kira said in shock, the same tone she had when her little sister said Justin Bieber was a great musician. [A/N: I don't hate Justin Bieber, it's just part of the story. Chill.] Look Lilia, you're my best friend and I love you but...Girl, get your shit together. Ace Aaron isn't a 'nice guy', trust me our parents had us play together as kids."

 

I shrug my shoulders, "Well, that's when you two were kids."

 

She gave me a dull look and sighed in surrender. "He ripped off the heads of my favorite Barbie dolls. WHEN WE WERE ONLY FIVE! He's evil and he's the reason why I hate everyone in this world." Stella and I glanced at each other, Kira's fricking scary when she's mad. "Look-can we just drop this conversation about Ace and head for lunch? I'm hungry."

 

   Without saying another word, all three of us headed for the lunch room. I was careful not to say a peep about Ace; one more word and Kira would explode and punch an innocent person's locker. We all sat down at our regular table...which I got a perfect view of Ace. His girlfriend Cassy may had saw me, unless she just loves to give me a death glare.

 

"I'm going to buy pizza, you want one Kira?" She nodded, I've been buying her lunch for a while now. Stella was fine and could afford buying herself a lobster for lunch, if she wanted. Kira however...she's been having family issues. Her mom recently passed away due to lung problems. Her father already has three jobs, but it's still not enough to give money to Kira for lunch while still battling to keep their house.

 

I paid for both of the pizzas from what's left of my paycheck and headed back to the table.Cassy decided it was time for a talk with her green eyes burring against my core. I stood there like a stone, I had no idea what to do. "I saw you drooling over my boyfriend," she snap at me, "want to tell me what's that about?"

 

I whispered quitely not enough for hear, "I wasn't staring at your boyfriend."

 

"Bullshit! Are you lying to me about that?" I shook my head slowly, my palms were getting sweating and my strong grip was on the lunch tray. "Girls, look closely, this is what I call a triple A wimp. She can barely even shake her head the right way." Cassy's followers laugh in the tone as her. I tried to look at Kira for help, then I felt something warm on my crest. Pizza. "Whoops, my hand slipped. You know-you should thank me. That shirt looks like it belongs in a dump - plus, that pizza stain even makes it look better."

 

I wanted to hit her so badly or just to call her out. I couldn't find the confidence to do such a thing and if I did, the loud laughter from everyone else would had drown it out. "Clean up that stain and buy Lilia a new pizza." Kira and Stella stood in front of me, shielding Cassy away from me.

 

"Or what?" Cassy replied in amusement while smiling with joy.

 

Stella had her hands on her hips and tried to look tough, "I-I-I'll make my dad sue you."

 

Kira sighed with annoyance at Stella, "Stell, you can't just sue people for this type of such."

 

"Eh- it was worth a shot."

 

"Seriously. This are the people at comes to save the wimp's sorry ass?" Cassy eyed Kira and Stella from bottom to up. "A soon to be hobo with anger issues and a Barbie doll at is weak without her parent's money? Don't make me laugh."

 

Kira had eyes that could kill, "You better shut your STD filled mouth."

 

"You're just jealous that Cassy's way better than you losers." One of Cassy's followers glared at Kira while saying so. I forgot what her name was, I think she's in my gym class. "She's way better than you, and you're just a hobo with anger issues." She pointed at Kira and slowly pined at me, "And you. No worries I never forgot about you. You're the lonely bitch that's suppose to have her head in books instead you stare at Ace like a creepo."

 

"Shut the fuck up, I maybe a soon to be hobo. I feel way sorry for you, at least I don't have stripper name of Diamond. Then again, consider yourself lucky, you don't have to make up a fake name for your future job." Diamond, who I assume, had her nails ready to punch Kira.

 

"Now. Now, Diamond, calm down. By the way, I'm the one that's suppose to tell her that." I stared that the ground, I didn't feel like seeing Cassy's smile that was creeping through. "Can't you just face the fact no guy wants you nor your mother? I mean really, way do you think your daddy left you and your mom for his younger secretary?"

 

"That's it!" Kira yelled in a tone that was louder than a battle cry. "You can call me a hobo with anger issues. Talk to my best friends like that, you'll better wish you can get a refund from your