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

Chapter Eighteen-

"Come to my room when the adults have gone out for their regular drink in dad's study, okay?"

I nodded again, resolved to not call my so called 'boyfriend'.

"Great. See ya then," he smiled into his glass as he drank the content.

Ten minutes later before dessert was served he excused himself, saying he had something to do.

I pondered again over my decision of not telling Jesse.

But then, it was stupid, I reasoned.

We weren't even really dating so why did I feel the need to let him know that I was going to meet up with Daemon?

Stupid confusing situation!

As predicted, the adults got up after dessert and went to Daddy Phil's study for a drink.

Amanda followed after, heading to her room to play with her dolls and there I was, prepared to go meet Daemon.

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Three possible outcomes crossed my mind as I walked towards Daemon's room.

One: We'd confess our undying love for each other. Possibility : Minimum to unlikely.

Two: He'd tell me that he found out how I felt about him and that I should forget about it. Possibility : Medium to highly likely.

Three: He'd tell me he got Hannah pregnant and that he was planning to ask her to marry him. Possibility : Doubtful to medium.

Out of all these three possibilities, I didn't expect to hear what Daemon said when I asked him a whole minute after entering his room.

"Jesse," was the first word out of his lips. He looked up from the book he'd been scribbling in.

An interesting and unknown fact about Daemon Matthews: He's an artist and a really good and talented one at that. But then again he hasn't shown me any of his drawings since freshman year started, but I knew he still did it, given the amount of scrunched up papers forming a mountain in his bin.

It took me thirty seconds to wonder what he'd been scribbling and then ask, "What about Jesse?" I walked over to his dresser and picked up the photo of us from when our family went to Aspen for winter break right before high school began.

He chuckled. "You guys aren't really dating, right?"

His words leave me stunned then worried, before I sighed.

"What makes you think we're not?" I asked, my eyes on the photo again.

Those were the days. Uncomplicated, fun and full of laughter.

"Come on San. You're asking me? I can smell the bullshit from a mile away."

This freaked me out. And when I freak out, I have no control over what I say and speak things I wouldn't normal speak. "Yeah, I'm asking you. Given your track record and nonexistent relationships, I think you wouldn't know a real relationship from a fake one even if it was staring you in the face!"

Daemon's face speaks his shock. He's silent for twenty seconds. Right before he let's out a loud guffaw. "Okay, okay. No need to go all Godzilla on me, Klaus. I'll let it go for now. But... I don't think he's the type of guy you should be dating."

I arched a brow at his direction. "And what would be the type of guy I should be dating?"

He's about to say something when I raise a hand to stop him. "Save it. Whatever guy that is, it's too bad I'm not dating him. Because I'm dating Jesse, Daemon. And nothing you say or do is going to change that."