Mr Player

Alex, is the definition of a Good Girl. She gets the good grades to fit her title and she's never once stepped out of line.

Luke, is the definition of a Bad Boy. He has the looks to fit his title. He plays the girls hearts as though he was on a football field to fit his label. And he is route cause of any trouble.

You'd think that these two opposites would never associate themselves with each other and no one expected this to happen but in Health Class they are allocated to be partners. Will she end up doing all the work by herself? Or will she spend all her time with him and have a little bit of the Bad Boy rub off on her?

Copyright © Obey_Janoskian 2013-2014


4. Chapter Four - Define a Good Girl

Chapter Four - Define a Good Girl

My whole weekend after picking up my car, revolved around this baby. She became a hassle by Saturday afternoon when I went to Luke's house to help care for her.

When I knocked on his door I was greeted with a new face yet with almost the exact same features. His smile gave it away that he wasn't Luke, Luke has more of a smirk.

"Let me guess, you're the famous Alex?" He guessed whilst he eyeing me.

"Hi," I said shyly and awkwardly.

"Jai, stop harassing our guest." A familiar character said, I briefly met him.

So there I was, facing the Bad Boy's brothers. "Please, Come in." Jai offered, stepping out of the way so I could step in.

"Luke's sleeping but I can wait with you until he wakes up." Now I'm not oblivious, I could tell he was saying that suggestively.

"Do you mind if I go and wake him up?" I asked with fear, two boys in my presence was slightly daunting and I felt safer with Luke.

"Oh sure, I can show you to my room." Jai said, taking the lead.

Although I had been in his room before I hadn't actually walked there before so I didn't know my surroundings. I followed Jai as he walked me to his room, I slowly trailed behind.

When we were there Jai waited as I peered in to see Luke sprawled out on his bed with Annabelle scooped in his arms, it was actually adorable.

"My beds free," Jai hinted as a joke and soon left after my only response was a weak laugh.

Great, so now I was left alone in a room with a sleeping teenage boy. I contemplated the methods on how to wake him up. I didn't want it to be too loud that Annabelle would hear and then we would hear the never ending crying.

"Luke" I said in barely a whisper.

"Luke" I said a little louder.

"Luke" I said right next to his ear.

Great, he was a deep sleeper. I was about to attempt to wake him up again when someone tried another method.

"WAKE UP!" Beau shouted at the top of his lungs.

Surprisingly, Luke didn't seem angry, it was as though he were used to it. He outstretched his arms and let out a loud yawn. He then looked down and smiled at me. He slightly rubbed his eyes as another yawn escaped his mouth.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said with a small smirk.

It caused me to enter a bit of a fluster and I could feel my cheeks burning red like a tomato.

"You're blushing." He stated with a smug look on his face as an achievement.

I placed the back of my hand on my cheeks, thankfully my hands were cold and my cheeks slowly cooled down but a goofy smile remained on my lips.

"How cute." He said, once again pinching my cheeks as he jumped down.

I didn't realise that Beau left so now I was left alone with Luke in his room. He was about to open his mouth when he stopped because someone else opened their own mouth.

Constant crying ruined our afternoon. It consisted of both Luke and I leaning on the wall against Jai's bed as we patted the baby to try and stop the crying. She spat out her dummy, Luke chucked her a few toys to stop her but nothing was working.

"I was going to say that we were in the room by ourselves with two beds," Luke complained as he dangled a bear over Annabelle's hair.

"It feels as though Tara is in the room with all this complaining." I joked lamely and Luke actually chuckled.

"She must be completely annoying." He laughed but there was a bit of sympathy in his voice because I have to live with her.

"Yeah, especially when she raves about you." I accidentally said.

"Really?" He said composing himself on the bed.

"Um yeah." I said, digging my hole deeper.

"What does she say?" He questioned me. Could he be anymore infatuated with himself?

"You know, your good looks..." I trailed off, having no idea what to say.

"Do you agree?" He said with a big smirk plastered on his face.

"You? There is better" I said, what was I saying? There was no guy that I've seen who is better looking than Luke.

His eye brows raised, "I highly doubt that." He said, so sure of himself.

"Obviously you haven't been out of Glenroy, there are hotter guys in Melbourne." He scoffed on my words.

His hands massaged my upper thigh for a moment. "Keep telling yourself that Al," he teased.

I slapped his hand away from my leg, normally I wouldn't be so violent but his leg was really far up my thigh.

"F#ck," He cursed under his breath but I heard loud and clear.

"Why do you always do that?" I asked completely interested.

"Do what?" He said, rubbing the back of his hand.

I repositioned myself on the bed as he spoke. "Swear, why do you always swear?" I asked him.

"I don't know, everyone does it," He simply brushed it off but he took note of the obvious silence.

"Wait no," he said with disbelief.

"Really?" He asked, unable to comprehend.

"You've never swore?" He was completely blown away as I shook my head.

"I couldn't even fathom the no kissing but no swearing wow. Arent you just a saint." He said, resting his head back on the wall.

"Try it, just say sh#t," he tested.

"No thank you." I rejected politely.

"Come on, sh#t is easy." He told me.

"No," I simply rejected.

"Fine, try f#ck, that one rolls off the tongue." He continued as I shook my head.

"Pr#ick," he swore as I clamped my mouth shut.

"C#-" I cut him off before he could finish the word by shoving the closest thing into his mouth.

A dummy. He spat it out and made a disgusted look on his face.

"I'm sure you've had worse in your mouth." I said, referring to all those girls who he's done unthinkable things with.

"To you they are worse." He said, adding a slight wink.

For some reason my heart fluttered at the sight of the wink, it was the only way I could describe it. But for some reason I didn't quite mind it.

After giving up on teaching me how to swear conversation flowed on much easier and I actually got to know more about Luke. Good and bad. We shared silly stories and he told me that every valentines he would give his mum a flower and one year he accidentally gave her stinging needle (similar to poison ivy).

"You didn't!" I gasped as I was in fits of laughter.

"Yes I did, she knew what it was but she took it either way because she didn't want to seem rude, she even said 'Luke, they're beautiful' like she did every year." He told me with laughing tears swelling up in his eyes.

"Her hands were covered in stinging needle and we had take out for a whole week until her hands got better!" He laughed at the bonus he received.

I clenched my stomach as I laughed. I know that I've never laughed like this before, ever.

"Well before my brains kicked in, I always thought that a kiss was a spit in the hand for some strange reason. So, one year, a boy on my street asked me if I could give him a kiss on his birthday." I told Luke.

"So he laid out his hand after I instructed and I spat in his hand. To say the least he avoids me when ever he comes outside now, just in case I'm crazy and spit on his again." I finished off the story as I giggled.

"I'd still want a kiss," Luke offered with a sideways smile. I was used to his sexual jokes now and they didn't really bother me anymore.

"You're easy to talk to when you aren't so serious." Luke said as we laughed.

"Same for you but when you are not so up yourself," I added.

"I could be up you," he pipped in suggestively.

"Once again, pass." I replied with a chuckle.

I must be honest, I liked talking to Luke. I must be crazy considering I just said that. There is more to his that meets the eye. I looked back at him, still with the same smug smile on his face. The way his lip curves and a small dimple appears made me wonder, does he know that it is so sexy? It is official, I am mental.

Moments later an alarm sounded from his phone. His face dropped he stopped laughing when he read what was on his phone.

"What is it?" I asked, completely concerned.

"Ugh, just an appointment." He said, getting up off the bed.

By appointment I knew what he meant, another scheduled hook up. He got off Jai's bed and lifted up his shirt revealing perfectly contoured abs that made my heart race. He the threw on a new clean shirt and changed from his track pants into his jeans. I pretended to not look to be rude but it's not like he was hiding.

"Do you have to go?" I wanted to ask but I stayed silent.

"Well um see ya Al," he couldn't look me in the eye but there was something about the look on his face that made me think that he didn't want to leave either.

"Bye." I said quickly and I watched him leave the room.

I gathered up Annabelle and rested her in the cot and I put soft music on from Luke's iPod to keep Annabelle asleep. His playlists gave me a new out look on Luke, I had noticed that we shared the same likes in music which was unexpected.

I hauled myself down the stairs and went to bid Gina and the boys goodbye.

"Thank you for letting me stay and thank you for looking after Annabelle." I said to Gina was a warming smile.

"My pleasure sweet heart," she said and she outstretched her arms.

I considered the situation, was I really just about to hug the Players mum? I didn't want to be rude so I was enveloped into Gina'a hug. She was a sweet woman, nothing like Luke.

"Luke has never brought a girl home for me to meet." Gina said, pondering the moment we met.

*Three days earlier*

"Let me introduce you to my mum," Luke said the moment we stepped inside his house.

Was I really just about to meet the person who raised Mr. Bad Boy? I imagined her differently, cold, distant and drained but no, Gina was the complete opposite.

Warm, connected and bubbly. He politely held out her had which I shook as Luke introduced us. The whole situation was odd, I was meeting his mother.

"Mum, this is Al!" This was how he introduced me.

Not 'My partner in Health Class' or 'The one who helps with the baby'. I was expecting something more than Al. But then again, how can you expect what comes from the bad boy?

*Back to present time*

"Oh," I replied. Idiot. Why would he bring me home if he hadn't brought any other girl home before?

"Where is Luke?" Gina asked as I surveyed the area.

"He went out," I left it at that because by out we both knew what I meant.

She shook her head, "Beau, walk Alex out please." She instructed.

With one final good bye to both her and Jai, I followed Beau to the front door so I could leave.

"He won't always have these appointments," Beau said randomly as I made my way to my car.

"Hm?" I replied, in my own little world.

Beau smiled, "He's slowly changing with you." He waved me goodbye as I reversed out of the driveway.

Luke, changing because of me?


There are the obvious downsides to having Luke as your partner, actually there is no good sign. Unfortunately there is an additional problem, that problem starts and ends with Tara.

Every moment that I'm with her she will ask me a question about Luke. She is like one of those obsessed teenage girls who need to know every little detail about their idol. It got to the where I was so sick and tired of talking that I just didn't anymore.

It took me a while to get to sleep last night, for some reason I was still on alert for a babies cry although Annabelle is at Luke's house. So it was a satisfactory nights sleep and I was more energized for school, the dreaded Monday loomed ahead.

Tara complained about her broken hair straightener in the car, I just nodded in acknowledgement although I didnt care at all. This is what usually happens when people tell me pointless stories but I don't want to be rude so I just nod along.

Arriving at school was more glorious considering Tara was getting out of my ear and I would hear the sweet sound of silence.

Or so I thought, the moment I stepped out of my car and the second I locked it there was a long lasting and obnoxiously loud horn. You don't even need to guess who that honk belonged to. None other than Mr Obnoxious himself.

"You took my spot." I heard him call out over his roaring engine.

"Go find a new one." I said, storming off, not giving me as much as a backwards glance.

I stormed through the corridors, I was sour because I was ticked off about Tara's constant whinging also the fact that I saw Luke, especially after Sarurday's incident. What was I going to expect though? He's the player, was I actually thinking that he'd stop these 'appointments' because I came into the picture, not that I should care or do care though.

Lunch took too long to arrive, I sighed of exhaustion when I planted myself on the bench.

"Tough day?" Lilly asked, referring to my heavy sigh.

"Luke will make it better," Bec teased the way friends do.

I grimaced at the sound of his name. "What, trouble in paradise?" Bec traded in referral to the face that I pulled.

"Can we just not talk about Luke?" I snapped, I hear enough about him from Tara, from himself and even in my mind.

"Definitely trouble in paradise," my friends snickered in unison.

The bell couldn't have come any sooner, the only bad part was that I had English and there was a certain someone who ruined that subject for me.

To my relief he wasn't there when I walked in which was a good sign. We had began the lesson with beginning to read our books. It was only when we put our books away that hatred filled my body as I looked towards the door.

He walked in and plonked himself in the seat beside me, he grinned at me but I shot him a look to make him aware that I wasn't in the mood for his charm.

"Aw, what's wrong Al?" He asked me with pure concern.

"Do me a favour and never speak me again." I shot at him.

"Al, you know that I would never do you a favour like that." He said, leaning back in his chair.

"Shoosh Luke, I'm not in the mood." I spelled out for him.

"I'm pretty sure you're in the mood, it's called aggressive se-" he didn't get to finish his sentence because I stood up out of my seat and shouted at him.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He didn't seem angry or taken aback he just leaned in his seat and clapped.

"Alexandra, Luke, detention." I almost didn't hear the teacher announce.

"I don't think so," I continued, directing my attitude towards the teacher.

"Alexandra, sit down." My Plowman said firmly.

I sank in my seat and evaluated everything that just happened.

"I didn't know you had it in you." Luke said, extremely impressed.

"Me neither," I mumbled to myself.

My perfect role as a perfect student for all my schooling years had just gone down the drain.

"You are so sexy when you swear." Luke whispered in my ear, snapping my attention to him.

It's him, all him, it's his fault. I must have gone mental. I've gotten my first detention. It wasnt something simple like a teacher yelling at me, i actually had an hour detention, a scar on my perfect school profile.

After today can I even call myself a Good Girl?

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