Best Friends with the Player ✔️ (The Player #1)

Chapter Three -

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Mr Lomaz was going at it again. 

And by 'at it' I meant the sick idiot was droning on and on about his pathetic non-existent love life instead of teaching us how to get the integral of the equation on the board.

I mean, come on, we were on the same bloody boat, that is I had no love life too, but I wasn't the one boring a class to death. Not to add, that he'd relayed the same pathetic story last week.

If I was going to be failing my SATs because of this idiot, I will be suing the school and the balding thing man in the front wearing suspenders. I mean, who the hell wears suspenders and expects to get a date?

Finally the secretary felt we'd had enough suffering for one day when she rang the bell, signalling this period to be over.

I grabbed my bag and hightailed it out as soon as the last trill sounded.

You know that feeling you get when you feel like everyone is watching you? 

A sense of dread and stares burning into your back. The feeling that you're paranoid yet you're very, very sure that everyone is watching you, staring, talking about you. Well, as soon as I exited AP Calculus (I am not a nerd!), I felt that feeling. It hit me like a harsh fountain of cold water.

I headed for the closest semblance of friends I had, in this case, Daemon's friends. They tolerated me because Daemon told them to, which made me feel even more pathetic.

"Something happened, didn't it?" I asked, looking at Josh, the closest of Daemon's friends.

"What do you mean?" he asked, the crowd silenced immediately.

"What did Daemon do this time?" I knew he did something. If he didn't then why was everyone staring at me? There was only one reason I would become hot topic and that'd be because of my best friend.

"Nothing," Josh replied with no hesitation as if he'd been rehearsing that all day.

But unluckily for him Dave, another one of Daemon's friends, who has a smidgen of a crush on me, came blundering over, exclaiming, "He'll be expelled this time."

I turned over to him. "Who's getting expelled?"

"Oh hey Santana," Dave put on one of his signature smiles. "Didn't see you there."

"Who's getting expelled?" I asked, ignoring his flirting ways.

"Daemon."

I groaned. Not this again!

"Why is he getting expelled?" My heart was racing.

"Well, you see, Daemon punched..."

"No one is getting expelled, for God's sake!" Josh interrupted. "Old man Smithers would never do anything to get Mr Matthews pissed."

I calmed down. That was true.

Mr Smithers the principal was a big kiss-up and he would never want to get on Daemon's dad's bad side. After all, Mr Matthews was on the school board and he doted and favored on Daemon, like he was his only child, which in this case Daemon was.

"What did the jackass do this time?" I asked Josh, but it seemed Dave wanted to relay the story as he began.

"We just got out of Gym and Daemon walks right up to Andrews and lets a hard blow in his gut."

Oh no!

"Then, he yells, 'What did you do to her last night?' Andrews muttered something which earned him another beat down from Daemon. Then he says, 'Stay away from her. Haven't I made that clear for the past three years?' Mr Mackers walks out and yells at Daemon to go to see Smithers, before herding Andrews to the nurse's office. So now Daemon's there."

"Wait what?"

"Daemon beat Andrews up about a girl. Naturally everybody assumed that it was about you," Josh answered.

Well, for once everybody was correct.  Daemon had gone after Drake Andrews because of what I'd said this morning. Shit! Why did I even have to say anything?

"Hey man!" Dave suddenly exclaims. "How'd you get out of that one?"

I turn around and see Daemon walking towards us, his face hard and closed off as he did the bad boy walk only he could pull off.

I could clearly hear the sighs going off from the girls in the corridor, but I didn't bother rolling an eye as I always did at the display. Instead, I was glaring at my best friend of nine years wishing he could combust or disappear.

How dare he go around beating up a harmless perv for absolutely no reason since I told him nothing this morning? Did he think I couldn't take care of myself from the Drake Andrews of this world?

"Aww, you don't really look grateful San," he says as he stops right in front of me.

"Grateful?" I scoffed. "You just beat up Drake for no reason at all."

"I had reason." I arched a brow at him. "You said he did something," he continued, "I had reason."

"So what? You're going to be beating up every guy that looks at me the wrong way?"

"Yeah. I've been doing that for years."

That startles me. "What?"

He smirks. Daemon Matthews had the audacity to smirk. "Why do you think a pretty girl like you hasn't scored a date since you developed boobs?"

There was a lot wrong with that sentence.

Daemon said I was pretty. He'd mentioned my lack of a date. And he'd referred to my boobs. And Daemon mentioned that I was pretty. I can't get over that!

I mean, come on, hottest guy walks up to you and says you're pretty you'll be as glad as I am.

Then, I shake out of my reverie and make sense of his words. "Why? What did you do?"

"Told everyone to stay away from you, and threatened permanent damage if no one did," Dave pipes in, shutting up quickly as soon as Daemon glares at him.

"Exactly that," Daemon admits.

"What?"

"How do I make this anymore clearer?" Daemon pauses. "I threatened to cut off any one's balls if they asked you out."

"Why?"

"Because..." he pauses, his brows furrowed together as he thinks it over. "... high school guys think with this," he points to his crotch area," and not with this," he point to his head. "I don't want you to get hurt, San."

"You asshole!" I screamed. "What gives you the idea that you get a say in my love life? You're not my father or my brother."

His eyes widen, looking hurt before he covers it up with a cocky smile. "I know I'm not. But I'm like a brother. As much as it pains me, you're somewhat of a sister to me San."

I don't know what surprised me more. That he said the idea of me being his sister pained him or that I felt a wave of sadness when he said I was a sister to him.

"Every guy here's a tools," he glares at Josh when he protests before continuing. "Every guy here isn't worth your time San. Remember that."

I felt somewhat brave enough to ask him, "Even you?"

He sucks in a breath as if shocked that I'd ask such a question before smoothing over his face again and smiling his cocky yet adorable smile. "Even me," he leans in and kisses my head before pulling back. He looks at me again just as the bell rings warning us that we had five minutes to get to our next class. "Especially me San," he mutters before turning around and walks off, his friends following behind.

My heart beats falter as I stare after him.

What was that about?