Playing His Game

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itting in bed, reading one of my beloved books, The Royal

dow at first. It wasn't until I heard the second tap that I set the book aside and list

I drew back the curtains and pushed the window pane up to peer outside. Michael was perched

to break my wi

t with much force,"

here?" I ask, getting

gin our little

row in confus

ember?" He pointed out. "Don

om him all weekend, I assumed that he had finally seen the light, realized that the

inking about

hurry up

getting on

d into his room. Without uttering another sou

eturned to bed and picked up my book. I had barely started reading

aced the book on the bed next to

at. "It's been a while since we've ha

ll, good," I rep

nce before he spoke again. "I was thinking that you and

, Dad. I'd love that,"

Thank you, darling," he said, patting my foot as he started to get up from my bed. Then he noticed something. "Why did yo

atif and me. We took it during our visit to the amusement park four months ago. In

yes reflecting surprise

to me. Our relationship was built on deception." I attempted to sound indifferent,

ght?" Dad inq

eyes locked with mine, waiting for my answer. He has always despised see

's right, no boy is wor

agreement.

gently kissed me on the forehead

ave me one final smile before leaving m

n a pair of black high-waisted shorts and a simple white shirt with the word 'N

tep out of the car. Ha, like I could actually enjoy school. "Go

he morning every day. Not. I really despise school. All I want is a six-month vacat

ed me and I reacted by kicking him where it hurts. Oh no, what have I do

t he is incredibly attractive. His gaze roams the hallways, searching for someone, while his two close friends, Stephan and Nazif, chat and laugh beside him about s

th my long, light brown hair and attempt to pass by Michael to get to my locker.Michael keeps ca

n my spine. "I need to talk to you, alone," he insists, pulling me by my wrist towards the janitor's closet. "What? But there are only two minutes until sc

after?" I inquire, feeling frustrated. Michael approaches me and gently lifts my chin, making me meet his gaze with hi