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

Chapter Twenty Seven-

Maybe I was overanalyzing. Maybe he just looked more handsome because his mouth was shut tight and not spewing out insults, profanities or sardistic comments.

Why should I be letting him sleep in my room, peacefully at that?

So I settled for a middle ground.

I stood up, went to my CD collection and pulled out my EXODUS album, Chanyeol's version of course, and played it.

El Dorado started playing and I increase the volume to 10.

Then 11. 12. 13.

I studied Jesse, waiting for him to wake up from the noise.

No reaction from the corpse.

14. 15. 16.

Still no reaction.

A knock stopped me from increasing the volume anymore.

"Yes?" My eyes widened at the possibility of my parents walking in on the current situation.

Jesse, a boy, asleep in my room. Asleep, but still in my room.

Shit!!!!!

"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" My dad's voice echoes through the door. Concern can be heard from his voice.

"Uh... Yeah," I replied as I ran over, grabbed my comforter and threw it at Jesse, covering him instantly. But then, he was bigger than me, so his feet remained visible.

"Honey, can I come in?" He asked.

I knew I was in trouble.

If I say no, he would know something was definitely wrong, and he'd come in anyway. If I say yes, he'd come in and see the idiot on my chair.

Oh and did I mention I was wearing really mini pyjama bottoms and a singlet that left little to the imagination. After all, I didn't expect a jerk to pop up in my room overnight, so I wasn't really that conservative in my choice of sleepwear.

"Uhmm... Yeah," I said as I moved to block his view of Jesse.

My dad walked in, dressed in his running clothes.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked, concerned as he walked over and pressed a hand against my hand, checking my temperature.

I nodded.

"Well, that's good then," he smiled, relieved. Then he looked around my room. "Where's Jesse?"

My eyes widened.

How did he know?

My dad read my shocked look and burst out laughing.

"I know he's here, honey. We called him over," he answered, shocking me even more.

"Why?" I asked, confused and furious at the same time.

"You were asking for him in your sleep, honey," dad said as he smirked.

And that is when Jesse Archer decided to wake up. Not when I was blasting music, but when my dad dropped a literal bomb on me.

"What's going... on?" A groggy Jesse said from behind me, as I hear my comforter falling to the ground.

My dads eyes drifted over to him. "What were you trying to do, Santana, smother the guy to death?"