Chapter 3

ANY ROMANTIC FAIRYTALE

After our lunch hour, the bell rang again. I sighed, getting up – damn I was little high already, just like Stephen. We both giggled like nuts. I almost fell down again, but John caught me.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else", he said holding me. Then that bitch just let go. I fell down and used every single curse word I knew.

"Oh boy, don't I love you", I hissed from the ground. Chelsea helped me up and Stephen swiped the dirt off from my black hoodie. Don't get it wrong, though it was smoking hot outside, I was wearing a hoodie – but with shorts and my dad's Ramones –tee. And my dad was like the fattest man in America. Well, not quite… But close. Anyways, my point is, the tee was way too big to me. That hoodie was Brian's. He had left it to our place like a month ago, and I bet he didn't even know it was his. So it was too large to me also. I put my Ray-Bans on and told John to hold on. We had math together. And I was way too high to remember where our class was.

"I'm not your best fr—Wait, I'm not your friend at all so you can't tell me to do things", John stated as I finally reached him in the hallway. I grabbed his arm and giggled.

"Come on, we are friends, right? We just hate each others, but it doesn't make us any less friends, right? Right?" I smiled leaning on his arm. John made a deep and annoyed sigh.

"…right", he finally said. The rest of our journey to the math class we walked in silence. I still held his arm and leaned on it. Most of our class was already in there and as we finally walked in, we heard whistling. John punched Dave who had started it. Everybody went silent and we made our way to the front row. We sat next to each others. Our math professor had said that the best way to get us silent was to put us sitting next to each others.

"Jooooohn, I love you", I purred.

"Love you too", he smiled back. Fake-smiled. This was what we did when we annoyed the shit out of each others. It made the others confused. Like now, it didn't take even a second when Dave dragged a chair in front of our desk asking what was going on.

"Joking", we answered in union and laughed little bit. My head was getting clear already.

"Are you coming to Stephen's party on Friday?" I asked and placed my bag on our desk.

"Is he throwing a party? If there's a bunch of girls, I'll be there", Dave winked and let his eyes wonder all around me. John had problems to hide his amusement and hold back his laugh when he noticed what Dave was doing.

"Eww, Dave, you're disgusting", I stated after I had stared at him for a while.

"There is probably only one guy in the party that I want and I need to talk to Chelsea", I said and looked for Chelsea. She wasn't there, yet.

"You want Stephen, right?" John asked, lifting his eyes upon mine. I didn't nod or shook my head, just frowned. Then I noticed Chelsea arrived and made her way to the backseat. I got up to leave, but John pulled me down on my seat again.

"So, I know he likes you also, but he knows he has a thing with Jess and can have you whenever he wants. And that's why you're coming to the party with me", he said sounding very confident and happy with his plan.

"Wait. Wha—?!" I squealed.

"Wow, wow, wow, hush, princess, hush. You clearly didn't understand my point. We are going to make him jealous so he knows he can't have you whenever he wants", John placed his hand on my mouth and explained quickly. Finally he let go.

"Oh, right… But he can have me whenever he wants to", I had to say. John smashed his head onto his desk. I smiled. I knew I annoyed him by acting like I didn't understand. His point was to make Stephen think he can't. John said that also out loud. Dave was staring at us in confusion. We shook hands with John after I had told him I had understood everything from the first time he explained his plan.

"Okay then, you'll be my boyfriend from eight pm and pick me out around then?" I got up smiling and gathered my stuff. John smiled as widely as I did. We both were faking our smiles. And we both knew the other one was also faking. John told me he would be there around eight and winked.

"Good", I chuckled and turned around. Then that damn kid slammed my ass. I stopped instantly and turned to look at him. Before I had a chance to say anything, he smirked.

"Over the line?" John asked inclining his head like a puppy.

"You think?" I asked dead seriously and turned around again.

"Dude, don't think you could have any romantic fairytale with her, ever", I heard Dave chuckling to John. I knew John was still looking after me. And didn't his gaze feel so damn good. I smiled myself. Okay, I was overconfident sometimes.

NEXT CHAPTER OF PLAYING THE LOVE GAME:

"Like… Hugging, holding hands…? Kissing…?" his voice was in the same time so confident but so insecure. I turned around and looked at him like he was out of his mind – which he probably was. He was just staring my wall and didn't answer when I squealed 'what'.

"John fucking Gomez? Earth's calling. What the fuck are you thinking?" I yelled.

"Oh. Just… You half naked", he shrugged. I sighed. He knew very well how much he was annoying me at the moment. Then he repeated what he asked earlier.