"Are you encouraging me to enter the school and become a player?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
He shook his head as we sat down on the steps of my porch. "No, I'm just saying that if you wanted to- you could rule the school. But I don't want you to."
I gaped at him, my eyes narrowed. "You don't think I'm queen bee material?"
He laughed, rolling his eyes. "I didn't say that. You probably won't like having guys throw themselves at you."
Deciding to mess with him, I grinned evilly. "I wouldn't mind a bit."
He rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't be able to keep up."
I furrowed my eyebrows, scoffing. "Yes, I would. I would be a player, just not a physical player but an emotional player. I would twist their heart strings and snap them, breaking their hearts without even being involved.
