XANDER: Taming The Play Boy

Chapter Six

SAMANTHA

What the hell is he doing?

Oh my god, oh my god.

His lips come close to mine, dangerously close.

"W-what are you doin-"

His lips slam down on mine, cutting off my question. I freeze.

My brain short circuits and I feel electricity zip through me, leaving my blood buzzing. Xander moves his lips with expertise, his mouth pulling in my bottom lip sucking on it at a steady but not slow or fast pace. He's patient, calm, because that's just Xander, he doesn't rush anything, he takes his time.

When he pulls back, he leans his forehead against mine.

"Fuck.." he lets out in a low whisper.

I remain there, still, with my eyes open and almost crossing because I'm looking at his face, confused by what the hell is happening. Xander's eyes are closed, his beautiful long lashes resting above his cheekbones and his pink lips pursed into a thin line.

Then he pulls away and takes a step back. Without saying another word, he turns around and leaves the room. Leaving me with a head clouded full with white fog.

I slowly lift my hand and brush my fingertips so lightly over my lips.

Xander kissed me. Alexander Smith kissed me for the first time and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever felt in my entire life.

"Sam?" The door to the bathroom opens, startling me. I drop my hand from my mouth and turn to find a frowning Kim. "Hey," she takes a step closer and places a hand on my shoulder. "I got worried when you didn't show up, are you okay?"

I swallow.

"Uhmm, yeah, I just had a problem with my zipper."

I turn around and pick up my bag.

"Oh." She pulls back. Looking over my body and seeing me changed into my cheerleading uniform, she asks. "Are you ready now?"

"Yeah, shall we?"

"Yep," Kim hooks her arm in mine and we walk to the field.

* * * *

Ignoring Xander on the field proved to be more difficult than I thought it would be when I gave myself a pep talk on remaining calm and collected. I kept stealing glances at him and then couldn't help myself when we finished practice, I stood there watching him like a crazy person, shamelessly checking him out.

It's no secret that I like Xander a lot, too much for my own good. So, I don't mind people catching me staring or gawking. They've been talking for years, saying how unlucky I am that he doesn't even give me the time of day. Or how ridiculous I am for having more feelings for him as time goes by even though he shows no sign of interest in me. I never dared to act on my feelings because I was afraid he would embarrass me.

A lot of girls never give up on the elite boys until they either f**k them or at least kiss or talk to them, but with me, none of those ever happened with Xander. When he complimented my lipgloss earlier and Kim said it meant he was staring at my lips, I almost passed out. Then he followed me to the lockers and kissed me. Just like that.

Xander's new found interest and attention in me has me very confused. But this is what I've always wanted, right? So damn the consequences or the reasons why, if he likes me now, I won't complain because that's enough for me. I finally have him, at least for now, because Xander is not a guy that can be tamed, he likes his freedom and doesn't fall in love. I'm not that stupid or naive to think he would fall for me just because of a kiss. He's used almost half the girls in this town and left a trail of heart broken pieces behind him.

"I just don't get it, Kim. I mean, look at him, he follows me to the bathroom, kisses the breath out of me and then completely ignores me afterwards." I sigh.

"I don't know, Sam.." she looks in the direction where the guys are getting ready to leave the field. "Guys like Xander are..." She trails off. "Difficult, wreckless with girl's feelings. Don't get me wrong, he's an amazing guy and I'm starting to see him as a very close friend, but you can't expect more from him."

She places her hands on my shoulders and turns me to face her.

"If you're going to do this, just do it because you want to have fun and to fill that burning desire you've had for him all these years. He's a playboy and I don't want you to get hurt, okay?"

My eyes go to him and I see him and Brandon walking in our direction, the two have become so close they are always together everywhere, his eyes meet mine for a fleeting second and then he looks away with so much disregard that makes my heart tighten in my chest. It's like all those years again, where he looked and disregard me as if I was something less important, like some irritating pebble under his expensive shoe.

"Hey baby.." Jessy runs to him. She gets on her tiptoes and hooks her hands around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He reluctantly goes with the flow and sucks lips with her.

My heart aches at the sight. I take it back, I can't deal with the consequences. It's just too painful because no matter how much I try to pretend I have everything under control, I don't. Because I'm in love with him, always have been since the first time I met him.

"Uh, yep. I'll just grab my bag and then we can leave this hell," Kim says, moving her eyes away from Xander and Jessy.

"Okay," I whisper but my eyes are still on the two.

They break apart and her hands rest on his chest.

"Oh, they're like, a real thing now." I look at Bree who's looking at Xander and Jessy. Then her eyes meet mine. "A couple." She smirks at me then sighs. "Too bad you're in love with him, but he loves Jess. Stay the hell away, can't you read the lines Sam? How stupid."

Then she walks away. Kim comes back and stands in front of me, blocking my view and glaring at Bree's back.

"Now what the hell was she saying?" She asks.

"Giving me a wake-up call I should have had a long time ago. Come on, let's get out of here."

I blink back the stupid tears and then we walk to the car park.

Xander Smith is nothing but a player, one I need to forget. I need to accept the fact that he's not for me and will never be, that needs to get into my thick skull once and for all. For the first time, I agree with Bree, I've been so stupid when it comes to Alexander. But not anymore, he doesn't get to play with my feelings and stomp on them like trash. I'm nothing like his stupid girls who fall at his feet and roll in the mud just to please him or have him.

I'm Samantha Green, and I'm not a f*****g doormat someone can step on just become i'm love with them. Xander is history, done dusted and buried. All I can do now is focus on moving out tonight, to the new place my mom bought in a lavish neighborhood.

I sigh and click my seatbelt in place.

"I wonder what the house is like." I say.

"Well, you're moving in today, I'm sure all the stuff is there now. Still want to check if there's something else you want to grab from your old house?" She asks.

"Yeah, just to be sure."

"Okay, I'll go with you then."

She starts the car and then drives me home, a place that I'm going to miss very much.