The Love Game

Level 1

-convincing her-

Chapter 2

Drew's POV

As much of a badass-playgirl-jerk everyone perceives I am, I'm actually a good girl deep down inside. I won't consider myself much of a goody-two-shoes where I'm a snitch or much of a teacher's pet. But there's one thing that I just can't bring myself to do,and that's skipping lessons. To me, having an education is important, without it, you can only get that far in life. Many of the top scholars in my collage are naturally smart; give them the choice of skipping school to go to a fancy diner down the street one day before finals? Hell yes. And guess what, they score full marks on that examination. I don't even know what's life anymore.

"Deborah? Please get my car ready in 5 minutes." I told my helper. Deborah has been with my family for years. Though she's only 30 this year, she's like a mother to me.

"Of course dear, which car will it be this time?" She said, pouring me a cup of freshly brewed coffee. "The Mercedes C-class will do." Nodding politely, she went over to the telephone to call for the reception downstairs to get my car ready. Stifling a yawn, I peeled open the banana on my plate lazily. I saw Deborah's cool and composed face turn into a sheepish and giggly one, she quickly put down the phone and ran to the window.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked curiously, getting out of the breakfast table. "I'm afraid I can't get you your car today, dear." Deborah said, a wide smile still plastered on her face. I scrunched my brows and peaked over the window. I felt my face turn to scarlet as I quickly drew the blinds. Grabbing my coat and bag I dashed out of the apartment shouting a goodbye behind me.

Oh my god, why are you here Kyle Olsen.

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Kyle's POV

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"What the hell are you doing here?" Drew Annabelle Collin hissed. She was wearing a simple blouse and a pair of black skinny jeans with light heels. She was wearing make up, it wasn't thick but still brought out all her features, her hair flowed down her back like running water and her bag was slung over her slender shoulders. Apart from the mixture of rage and confusion in her eyes, she looked cool and composed.

"Picking up my girlfriend, of course." I smirked, leaning against my raven black Lamborghini. I saw her lips quiver as she took a step closer to me. "What? How did you know what my address is?"

"I've got my sources." I shrugged. It wasn't that difficult finding Drew Annabelle Collin's address, her family and I are rivals, sending spies to investigate each other isn't unusual. I had her address a long time ago, just that I didn't see any need for it until now. "Come, we should get going or we'll be late." I said, opening the car door for her, signalling her to get it.

She let out a scoff and crossed her arms defiantly. "What makes you think I want to be seen with you?"

"Don't you remember the game?" I pouted. I saw her eyes grow wide as she gasped,"I wasn't serious! Come on, Olsen we were both sober yesterday."

I stared at her in disbelief and muttered, "I wasn't sober."

Drew Annabelle Collin's eyebrows furrowed as she ran her fingers through her hair, sighing, she got into the car. "I don't know what you're playing at, Olsen but it better be good."

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Drew's POV

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What is Olsen playing at? Honestly, I wasn't serious yesterday. Date Olsen? I'd rather make out with death itself. However today, when he appeared at my front door, I was partly amused and partly surprised. None of my previous boyfriends actually broght me to school before. It's always either been Augustus or myself. Oh shit. Now I've got another problem, how am I going to get back home. Giving myself a mental slap, I sat down at my usual seat in front of Leah and beside Gerald (aka my ex boyfriend whom I dated for only a week) at the 'popular' table. I won't exactly call this the popular table, simply because we were just popular because of our parent's companies. For example, Leah's parents own an airline business who's business partners with Gerlad's parents who owns the airport here. My parents' integrated resorts are close partners with Willow's family's bank who provides most of the income for us. Willow's boyfriend, James Parker sits with us too. Even though his family business doesn't concern any of us. (His parents are scientists) so that's our lunch table, the 5 of us--Leah, Willow, James and Gerald. Less than best friends more than friends.