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

Chapter Five-

"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?'

"Uh... seventeen?" The statement came out like a question.

Scarlet's smile broadened even more if that was even possible. "Great then. I hope you'll help show my kids around."

"How many do you have?" mom asked.

"Three. Two boys and a girl. You?"

Mom smiled. "Just the one. We, my husband and I, decided to have only one. She's quite a handful herself."

I rolled an eye as I heard her.

"I hear ya. Three kids in itself is torture. At least I have some me time when they've left for school."

Funny. Mom came here hoping I'd make a new friend and here she was making hers.

"Why did you have to hit him?" I jumped an inch as the loud screech filled the air. "You should just mind your own business!"

"I am minding my own business!" a deeper voice replied.

Scarlet eyed me and mom apologetically. "And that would be my oldest."

"Stop trying to run my life!"

'You're my little sister. I won't let some douche just think he can hurt you like that." Anger seeped into his voice.

"Four minutes, Jes. You're older than me by four measly minutes!"

Footsteps crunched their way towards us. Suddenly two teens entered the room, the girl glared at the boy before noticing us, shock and embarrassment lit her face.

"We will discuss this later," Scarlet broke the silence as she narrowed her eyes at the two. "We have guests over. They're our new neighbors."

The girl's eyes landed on mum and me, pausing as she took in my confused state. The boy' eyes were on the floor, studying his Chuck Taylors.

"I apologize," Scarlet began as she turned to face us, "My kids are ill-mannered."

Mum brushed it off with a wave.

"Introduce yourselves," Scarlet said to the two.

A wary smile appeared on the girl's face as she faced us. 

Her blonde hair was in a messy bun on her head, a few strands loosely hanging, framing her angular face with high cheekbones. She had clear emerald green eyes that were slightly red as if she'd been crying for hours.  "Hi, I'm Jenny," she paused, turned her head towards her brother who made no move to say hello, "and that's my brother, Jesse."

Jesse continued his lack of interest as he ran a hand through his messy brown hair that maintained that out-of-bed look that many tried to pull off but few succeeded. Jesse was one of the few that could. 

Undeniably, Jesse was hot. And he knew it. A bad combination. I hated boys who were like that.

Granted Daemon was like that but he was my closest friend so I accepted that, but Jesse Archer, with his bored-out-of-my-effing-mind look going on a few feet away, made me fester with anger.

Who did he think he was anyway? Couldn't he spare us a glance or two?

She said to me, 'Forget what you're taught

Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

So just turn around and forget what you saw

Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught.'

It takes me a while to gather that my phone is ringing.

I smiled apologetically at Scarlet before pulling out my phone, hitting the answer button before muttering into the receiver a "Busy right now. I'll talk to you later Daemon!" before hanging up. Daemon had custom set the ringtone for himself, saying something about it being ironically true.

I smiled at the thought of my quick brushoff of my best friend. I was still hurt that he'd chosen a hook-up over me.

"I'm so sorry," I muttered before hitting the silent mode for my phone.

"You like 5 Seconds of Summer?"

I looked up, meeting Jenny's eyes, before nodding.

"Cooool," she dragged on, her smile becoming more genuine. "Which one's your favorite?"

"Calum," I answered.

"Luke," she smiled.

"Mom, I got some things to do," the deep voice pulls my attention of the blonde and onto the guy whose eyes were firmly fixed on his mother.

Green. He had the greenest eyes I've ever seen. High cheekbones that you only saw gracing the coves of magazines and the big screens and an olive complexion that hinted at Grecian heritage. He towered over his sister and easily everyone in the room, at least five to six inches more than my five foot six. His hands in his jean pockets, he managed to look aloof, reserved, mysterious and sexy, all wrapped up and making up the person that he was.

Scarlet nodded and a second later, Jesse was out of the room followed by the echo of steps as he ran up the stairs.

"Did you drop Jake off at Aunt Carol's before you got into that huge banter?" Scarlet asked Jenny who nodded along.

The screen of my phone lit up, alerting me to a text.

I paused, deciding on whether I should even bother to give him the time of day after he didn't even bother with me after reading it.

Outside your house. Need to talk.