Ms. Player Vs Mr. Player

La La Liar

Alex (P.O.V)

I slammed my hands down on my alarm clock and opened my eyes. I looked around and took in my surroundings. I was definitely not in my room.

Then everything hit me like a brick.

Meeting Alec, the kiss, and fight I had with Richard. I am proud of myself.

I smiled.

Today is going to be a good day.

I slid off my bed and looked at the time. I was five minutes late already.

This school was so weird. Each class lasted one hour and because of that I think it would be fine if I arrived a half hour late.

I smirked.

I stripped off my clothes and entered the shower.

I sighed. I felt my body begin to relax as the hot water hit my body. All the tension on my muscles seemed to float away. This is heaven.

The warm water trickled down my body as I scrubbed and shampooed my hair. After a bit of time in the shower, I stepped out and dried my skin.

I went to my suitcase and opened it. I picked out a white t-shirt that had a middle finger design on it with the words ‘Not friendly’ written in cursive letters; I paired it with dark blue skinny jeans and I decided on a pair of black converses to go with my outfit.

When I finished getting ready, I grabbed my bag and my phone and left.

I first made my way to the bleachers because one can never have too much “me time”, and sat down, just to think about my life. I turned so that I was facing the field and turned my earpods on.

I tuned in to Linkin Park 'Heavy’ and closed my eyes. Little did I know I fell asleep.

*Dream*

"Hey lil' sis, want to go to a party with me?" my brother Kyle asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Do you even have to ask? You know I am down with anything, and you are only older than me by three minutes so stop calling me lil' sis." I spoke.

"I am still older than you and I am bigger than you."

"nu-uh"

"yes"

"no"

"yes"

"N-" 

"Would you two shut up! And where are you going tonight?"

Yelled mother.

Kyle scoffed because he knew even if she said no, we would have snuck out.

"Um we are going to a party at Matt's house tonight." He stammered.

Kyle always did that when he was nervous.

"Okay then be home by eleven and don't worry we will send a designated driver for you two. I do not want you to be driving drunk. Okay well have fun. Take care of each other" she said. 

"I think mum got laid" Kyle whispered and we both burst out laughing.

"Yeah, me too. She is just so happy tonight”.

"Okay let us go get ready to partaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!" He yelled while running down the stairs.

I chuckled and shook my head.

Five hours later

Kyle and I were driving home.

Apparently, mum and dad forgot to send us a driver and we did not want to stay in that house considering we crashed the party. Right now, Kyle and I were singing to the top of our lungs. We really left the party to have our own party. It is always a pleasure to hang out with my twin.

Suddenly, we heard-

HONK! HONK!

Then a truck crashed into the driver side. 

"Alexandra!" Kyle yelled as he put his hands in front of me to prevent the air bag from hitting me.

The car flipped and landed at the edge of the bridge.

I looked over to Kyle and saw that he was bleeding.

"Kyle are you okay?! Please tell me you are alright. Come on Kyle speak to me! You cannot leave me. Who would help me with pranks and crashing parties? Who would help me spike drinks at proms? Please Kyle do not leave me. PLEASE!" I pleaded as I cried non-stop while I shook him vigorously.

Kyle smiled "I love you Alexandra, and I always will. Please remember what we promised to each other. Double trouble for life. Just…take it up a notch for. I might need entertainment in hell" he said as he offered me a weak smile before he slipped into unconsciousness.

All of a sudden, I blacked out.

*Dream ended*

I gasped and opened my eyes. I wiped the tears from my eyes and checked my make-up. I checked the time and saw that I was now thirty-five minutes late. I stood up and put away my phone.

I checked my schedule to see that I had Spanish now. Great.

Please note the sarcasm.

When I arrived at the class I just entered. The teacher stopped speaking and turned around.

I rolled my eyes. Everyone stopped and stared at me.

The teacher was about to speak, but I rose my hands in a stop do not talk to me motion.

"Detener. Por favor, no hables porque me temo que tu voz es tan molesta que arruinarás mi día entero. Sé que llego tarde y realmente no me importa un carajo. No pienses en mandarme a la oficina porque te arrepentirás. ¿Lo tienes? Ahora muévete antes de que le quite un sombrero a tu viejo tresero. " (Translation: Stop. Please do not speak for I fear that your voice may be so annoying that you might ruin my entire day. I know I am late, and I really do not give a damn. Do not think about sending me to the office because you will regret it.  You got it? Now move before I bust a cap in your old ass.)

When I finished everyone was in shock.

Even the teacher.

Her eyes widened and I just walked to my seat like nothing just happened.

Everyone's eyes were still on me and the teacher was somewhat furious now.

Wow bipolar much?

"You know if you wanted an autograph all you have to was ask. I mean I would say no, but it is the thought that counts" I said.

Everyone turned back around to face the front and mind their own business. Everything went back to normal.

I leant back in the chair and zoned out. The rest of the class just passed by.

The bell rang and I ran out of the class.

Like literally.

I went to the next class which was math. Love the subject just not the teacher.

I was currently listening to him ramble about some s**t.

M.A.T.H-Mental Abuse to Humans 

"Ms. Black can you please come here and find 'x'?" he asked.

I smirked.

"Sure Mr. Whatever-your-name-is."

I got up from my seat and walked up to the board. I took the marker and circled the 'x' that he wrote on the board. I put down the marker, then went back to my seat.

The whole class began to snicker. The teacher watched them confused. Then he turned around to watch the board.

"Alexandra! That is wrong" he yelled.

Damn, my whole government name. I must be special.

I smirked then put on an innocent face.

"But how is it wrong. You told me to FIND 'x' so I did. What is your problem now?  Be sure to be more specific." I said and he turned crimson red.

"You know what I mean."

"No, I do not because the last time I checked, the only mind readers ever heard of were those sparkly vampires from Twilight”.

Everyone gasped.

"Alex office now" 

“I might as well have class in there at this point”.

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever"

I got up then made my way to the door.

Before I left, I grabbed the marker from his hands and the solved the equation.

I wrote down the steps and the procedure. 

"That is how it is done. You're welcome" I said as I took a bow and made my way to Richard's office.

The class was in shock. Yeah, they thought I was dumb.

Blonde but not stupid.  I thought.

When I arrived at the office, I just barged in. I stood there and crossed my arms.

"Alex, I told you not to give trouble. Don't you listen?" he yelled. I stayed calm.

"I’m bad with a good ass.... deal with it" I said then walked out.

I can hear footsteps behind me, and I took a quick glance to see Richard making his way to the classroom.

Interesting.

I made a U-turn and made my way back to the class to see what was going on.

“-she is your problem. Do your damn job. I do not want any teacher sending her to my office again after every little inconvenience. You are an adult. Act like one. Do not get overpowered by a damn seventeen-year-old. Do you understand?”

I walked away and snickered.

Did you just scold the teacher for bothering him?

Don’t know if I should feel like a burden or a God.

Deciding that I was done with classes for the day, I decided to go home and do some investigation while Richard was busy at school. This way I have enough time to get some answers.

I hopped into my car and made my way to the second hell hole I am forced to call home.

When I finally got to the house, I immediately made my way to his office, ensuring that I avoided the cameras at all costs.

I entered the office and locked the door behind me. Now, I must search the place for those pictures. This is a different house of course, as we now live in New York, so everything is different.

It was much bigger which made it way more difficult of a task for me, but knowing my father, he was not the smartest d**k in the bunch, so I had no fear about not finding it.

Learning from my experience, I began hopping around the office to check for any fake flooring. A hollow sound would indicate that there is another hidden compartment in the ground.

I got nothing.

Hmmm. I tapped my index finger on my chin and made my way to his desk, to check for a fake bottom. Either beneath the desk or in a drawer.

Again nothing.

It must be somewhere. I highly doubt he left it at the old place. If you are keeping something like that, I am sure you would want to always keep it on you.

I looked over at the bookshelf and thought of the idea that maybe one of the books were a trigger for a door.

But that only happens in movies, right?

F*ck it. We are going to think like movie characters today.

I went over to the shelf and began pulling out books. Unfortunately, I did not think before I acted, thus, I did not think about the mess and extra work I would be giving myself if I pulled the books out and dropped them on the floor.

Oh well.

I can fake a robbery.

As I got all the books off the shelf, I still got nothing. I was beginning to feel rather hopeless. It was not here.

I wonder if it is in his bedroom.

I ran upstairs and entered their room.

“AHHHH my eyes!!! GOD NO NO NO. WHY?!”

Before me laid my mother with another man.

“s**t, Alex, what are you doing home???” my mother asked in absolute horror.

I kept my eyes closed and I backed out of the room.

“I really hope that is not the gardener because ew…cliché` much?”

I took my phone out and began to record the scene in front of me while trying my hardest not to look directly at them.

I stopped recording and ran downstairs, ready to leave.

“ALEX WAIT!” my mother screamed behind me.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I laughed menacingly.

“What do you want w***e? I have a blackmail to plan”.

I smirked at the pure horror on her face.

Oh, this is too good.

“Y-you cannot tell your father. H-he will kill me!”

“Twinkle, twinkle, little w***e. Close your legs it’s not a door. You’re gonna catch an STD, you’re only wanted cause you’re free. Twinkle, twinkle, little w***e, you’re cheaper than a dollar store.”  I sang playfully, walking around her slowly as I did so.

“P-please Alex. I cannot lose him.”

“Then I guess that is your problem…that is, unless you do something for me.”

“Anything”

At this point she looked as though she was ready to beg on her knees.

Sounds appealing, doesn’t it?

“What do you know about the pictures of my dead brother that Richard has been hiding in his office?” I asked sternly.

Her eyes widened and she looked down at her feet.

“I-I cannot talk about that. Please anything else” She responded.

“Beggars aren’t choosers b***h. Talk.” I demanded, growing quite impatient at this point.

“I ca-

Before she can continue, I got into my car and sped off.

Blackmail it is then.

UNKNOWN (P.O.V.)

Stupid b***h! She is going to ruin everything.

I stayed hidden in the bushes as I listened in to their conversation.

How does she know about the pictures?! As a matter of fact, why do they still exist?

Are these people that stupid to leave evidence laying around?

I need to handle this as soon as possible. Alexandra is getting too close to finding out.

Alex (P.O.V.)

As I drove back to school, I pondered on what my next move would be. There is something going on. I can just feel it.

The closer I get to this, the more questions that arise.

When I got to school, I walked into Richard’s office to show him the video. I know I could easily keep it a secret for blackmail, but that b***h is as useless as the G in lasagna.

There he sat behind his desk typing away on his phone.

“Interesting conversation?” I asked, gaining his attention.

He quickly looked his phone and stuck it in his pants.

I squinted my eyes and looked at him in suspicion.

“What do you want Alexandra?” He asked in what sounded like frustration.

I almost chuckled at how fed up he sounded.

“What would you say if I told you that I just walked in on your wife with her legs wide open for another man on the bed that you sleep on?

“I would say that you are lying, and you are wasting my time”.

“What would you say if I told you that I have proof on my phone” I asked as I waved the phone in front of him.

He immediately sat up straight and stretched his arm out for it.

I pulled it back and smiled.

“This comes with a price” I smirked.

“How much do you want?” He asked in curiosity.

“I do not want your money” I said as I locked the door and took a seat.

I crossed my legs and sat up straight. Looking him in the eyes, I said,

“Tell me about the pictures of Kyle’s dead body that you have in your office.”

His eyes widened and he visibly swallowed.

“Were you going through my things?!” He asked angrily, but with a concerned underlying tone.

“Answer the question.”

“I- uh, they were taken by a private investigator when I was looking for the person that caused the accident.” He said too smoothly.

He is lying.

“Really…then who caused it? Who did you find?” I asked in a challenging tone.

“I-I cannot recall the name.”

“Show me the files.”

“I do not have it on me.”

“Where are they?”

“I- uh.” He could not answer me.

I stood up from my chair, bent over the desk, grabbed him by his tie and slammed his head against the desk.

“Either you find it and bring it to me, or I find it and shove them so far up your ass, they come out of your mouth like a printer.”

With that, I walked out of the office and made my way to the gym.

If he wants to play games with me, then so be it.

But I think they should know that I am no team player. I am the coach and I make the rules as I go.  

Richard (P.O.V.)

As she left the office, I picked up my phone to make a call.

My heart was palpitating, and I could not think straight.

How did she find them?

I may as well be a dead man walking at this point.

The person on the other end answered my call.

Without a second thought, I breathed, “We have a problem.”

“I know, and your ass is on the line. Fix it. Do not make me come there.”

With that, the call ended.

I am in deep s**t. 

F*CK!!! 

Alex (P.O.V.)

Something big is coming and I will be prepared.

I never lose and I never go down without a fight. Even if I am buried six feet under, you can count on my army to make your life miserable.

No one messes with me and gets away with it. At least not with their arms and legs intact.

Time to bring in the big guns.