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  WHITE LIAR

  By: T.J. SIN

  2012 Copyright T.J. SIN

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  Acknowledgements:

  Special thanks goes to all of my supporters from Wattpad for their unwavering support and encouragement throughout the writing process.

  And finally, I would like to thank my loving and faithful husband, David for always being there when I needed to bounce an idea off of someone and for just being around and listening to me go on and on and on.

  Chapter 1

  “There he is,” Erica said, pointing at a guy that was surrounded by his own personal harem of women. Each one of them had their eyes essentially glued to him and each one shamelessly flaunted what they probably thought were part of their better assets.

  Chloe shook her head. She thought they all looked more like a litter full of pitiful puppies, each one vying for some personal attention from Northeast High’s resident player, Justin Pinnix.

  From where the two girls stood alongside the school, Chloe studied the guy in action. He had all the typical traits of your average player; the tight body worthy of nothing short of hero status, the shaggy, mussed up hair that gave off the come hither look and not to mention the crystal blue eyes that reminded her of brilliantly jeweled sapphires. Then there was also this cocky aura surrounding him that said, I am the man, so what are you going to do about it?

  “So, what do you think?” Erica asked impatiently nudging Chloe in the side. She chewed on her bottom lip as she watched the man of the hour in action.

  Just recently, Chloe's mother had lost her long-time job as a receptionist with a deteriorating textile firm. She struggled with finding any new work in the small town they lived in, called Bluefort. She put in application after application but received no call-backs. They were on the verge of being kicked out of their apartment; they had no money and very little food.

  Finally, her mother made an executive decision to move the two of them in with her brother’s family after he offered her a job at his used car dealership. He also told them that they could use the guest room for as long as they needed , while they got back on their feet and saved enough money for the two of them to rent their own place. It was a deal that she couldn't pass up.

  Chloe and her mother moved in over the weekend and upon their arrival, Chloe found her dear sweet cousin Erica in tears, down right nearing a complete emotional melt down. From what she was able to understand through heart-wrenching sobs was that Mr. Player had done quite a number on her. He took her out several times, spouted off some pretty words of poetry and after he achieved the one thing that he really wanted from her all along, her precious virginity, he walked away. He never once looked back and damn near broke Erica’s naïve little heart in the process.

  Erica Stanfield was much too innocent for this day and age, Chloe had thought to herself. But now that she was here, she felt it was high time to educate her.

  And as far as being here went, she was planning to do a little breaking of her own, Chloe Miller style.

  “I think,” she told her speculatively while twisting a loose curl around her finger, “That Mr. Pinnix is in for one hell of a rude awakening.”

  “Really?” Erica beamed brightly.

  With the excitement so clear in Erica’s voice, you would have thought that her cousin had just offered her the moon.

  Chloe sighed and kicked up the corner of her lips. Oh yeah, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to teach a certain Mr. Player a very important lesson in life. A lesson that he would surely never forget, because by the time that she got through with Justin Pinnix, he wouldn’t have a clue what hit him. None whatsoever.

  “Alright,” she replied, ready to get this show on the road. Glancing over at Erica, Chloe placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Just remember what I told you. Keep your head up, smile at him as if he was the sweetest thing in the world and act like nothing ever happened. Let me handle the rest.”

  Erica forced a smile on her face and nodded determinedly. “Okay. I can do this,” she said confidently.

  Chloe gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “Yes. Yes you can, and in the end it will be us that has the last laugh.”

  This time when Erica smiled, it was an honest one. The first bell rang, startling the both of them and Chloe pushed herself off the wall. Reaching down, she grabbed her book bag off the floor and hitched it up high over her shoulder. Turning around to head off in the opposite direction, Chloe waved goodbye and shouted back over her shoulder, “See you at lunch!”

  Still smiling, Erica briefly nodded and then turned on her heels to head off to her first class.

  Walking through the halls, Chloe stared down at her class schedule and then looked back up at the room numbers, “two ‘o one….two ‘o three….two ‘o five.” Stopping in the center of the hall, she threw both of her hands up in the air frustrated to no end.

  “Where the heck is room two ‘o four?” She exclaimed.

  “Excuse me Miss, do you need some help?”

  “No-” Chloe bit out before looking up and finding herself staring up into a pair of the most gorgeous cerulean blue eyes that she had ever laid her sights on. So blue, that she would swear that she could almost see a mirror image of her own self reflected in those idyllic orbs.

  The boy smirked back at her and he had a way about him that exuded extreme confidence. Shaking her head slightly, she took a step back and smirked a little herself.

  Well, well, well. What do we have here? The infamous Justin Pinnix.

  “You’re new here, right?” He asked when she didn’t offer anything else.

  Chloe flicked her head back, sending her hair swishing over her shoulder.

  “Yup,” she said, making sure to pop the “P” at the end. She followed that by making a blatant attempt in doing a not so subtle once over from the top of his head to the bottom of his size twelve feet. She finished with a very loud smacking of her lips.

  “To answer your question,” she started and paused, still shamelessly eyeing his body and then shook her head before she continued, “Nah, I don’t think I need help from the likes of you.”

  Justin’s smile instantly fell from his face and his brow furrowed in confusion.

  Without waiting for his impending protest, Chloe turned around and started off down the halls, once again in search of her English class. He could stand there in the middle of the hall for the rest of the day for all she cared. She had places to go and things to do; part of that included devising a plan to bring the numb-nut down several levels.

  When she reached the next section of the hall, Chloe realized that these were the even-numbered rooms and easily found room two ‘o four.

  “Here we go,” she muttered to herself while stepping over the threshold.

  The room was already half filled at first look. After a long second, she spotted an empty desk towards the back of the room that was calling her name. Making her way towards the desk, she completely ignored all of the hushed whispers and the strange looks she was receiving. She was all too aware that any time a new student arrived, there was a production of
sorts. Today, she was evidently that production.

  Collapsing in the chair, Chloe thought about her plan and how fun it was going to be bringing down enemy number one a notch or two. She had waited a long time for this type of opportunity and now that it was here, she was ecstatic. Watching the player’s ultimate fall from grace was going to be so priceless.

  Turning back to the class that was about to begin, she started to dig through her book bag for a pen. She was rudely interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a throat clearing. At first, Chloe decided to ignore it and pulled out her notebook, readying herself for the class. The same person cleared their throat again, more insistent this time and very annoying. Carefully, she laid her pen on the desk and looked up at the culprit - Justin. Somehow she knew it would be him standing beside her desk. He was scowling with his hands crossed over his chest.

  Amused, Chloe only lifted her brow in question, “You need something?”

  Justin dropped his hands by his sides and tilted his head to the side, looking devilishly handsome, for a player.

  “As a matter of fact I do,” he stated, “You’re in my seat.”

  “Really,” she snorted, “Is that so?”

  Standing up, Chloe began to look all around the desk. She even went as far as to lift the chair upside down and looked over it before turning it right-side up again, then sitting back down on it.

  “Because I don’t see your name on it.”

  The two of them now had the attention of the whole class watching the scene play out. No one ever spoke to Justin Pinnix like that. He narrowed his eyes on her and flared out his nostrils; even his cheeks were tinted red with anger.

  “Oh, is somebody getting a little bit upset?” She teased with mock sweetness.

  Chloe made sure to milk the ungodly sugar coating act as far as she could, while dramatically batting her eyelashes and cocking her head to the side, grinning up at him.

  Pausing for just a second, she let her grin slightly falter and sat up straighter in her seat. She took her time while crossing one leg over the other.

  “Too bad, so sad,” she snapped, “Now get lost,” she added with true conviction and turned away from him, effectively dismissing the annoying guy from her presence.

  Justin seethed. He was madder than a cornered rattlesnake and the rigid stance of his body was the perfect indicator. The edge of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, as he silently debated his next move.

  Who in the hell was this chick?

  For once, he was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say. Huffing rather loudly, making damn sure that she heard him, he turned around and started to walk off.

  A couple of Ooo’s and You got dissed’s were whispered throughout the room, but Chloe didn’t give a flying flip. She was too busy enjoying her very first victory over Justin and muttered under her breath, “That’s what I thought.”

  Faster than she could blink an eye, Chloe suddenly found herself being physically lifted up and out of the seat, and then placed to the side. Justin sat down in her place and gleefully handed her notebook and pen over to her.

  “You were saying,” he asked quizzically, looking up at the stunned girl with that damnable grin of his.

  Chloe lost all sense of pretense.

  How dare he? How dare he lift me up and move me? Who does he think he is? She was fit to be tied as the old saying goes. She angrily shook her head back and forth and glared at ‘Mr. thinks-I-am-all-that-and-then-some’.

  “Who the hell do you think you are?” She quipped, her hands rolling into fists on the side of her hips.

  He surveyed the room around him, before opening up his arms wide as if it was obvious, “Don’t you know? I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to this school.”

  Chloe merely grunted at that remark. “Oh yeah?” She challenged.

  “Yeah,” he replied in the affirmative.

  She glanced behind her and saw that they still held everyone’s undivided attention. They obviously wanted to know what the new girl would do when being confronted by the all mighty Justin Pinnix. Quirking a smile, she now had an idea.

  Sauntering forward, she slid onto his lap with all the grace of a prima ballerina and wrapped her long arms around his neck. Leaning into his ear, she blew out a little puff of hot air so that it fanned lightly over all the right places. She felt a sense of utter satisfaction when he shuddered. Now that Chloe was certain that she had his attention, she whispered in his ear, “You may have been the best bucko, but guess what… I’m going to be better.”

  She backed up so that she could look him in the face and smiled confidently at him.

  His previous cocky demeanor seemed to have lost some of its earlier steam.

  “Who are you?” He asked so low that only Chloe could hear him. His forehead was creased as he searched her face, watching her as if she was some type of strange puzzle that needed to be solved.

  Chloe lifted her hand and patted his cheek. The boy didn’t have a clue.

  “I, my friend, am your biggest adversary. So what do you say Mr. Player, won’t you play with me?”

  Chapter 2

  Exactly who does this new chick think she is? Doesn't she realize who I am? Hasn’t she ever heard of the old adage that to be somebody, you have to know somebody? Well, dammit, I’m the somebody that she needs to know! All of these thoughts ran rampant through Justin's head during class. He didn't get it. He really could not comprehend what this girl’s problem was.

  The bell rang and Justin quickly stood up. He watched the new girl gather her things and rush out of the classroom. She had told him that she wanted to play games with him. If it was playtime that she wanted, then playtime was what she was going to get. Justin Pinnix knew for a fact that he was the best there ever was and probably the best that ever will be when it comes to the socialites that walked the halls here at Northeast High School. And that's just stating the honest to God truth.

  Two hours later, Justin silently seethed because he was still thinking about that girl.

  "What's up man? You look like you’re deep in thought or something."

  He glanced over to his best bud, John, who had no problem keeping pace with him. They were both heading back to the locker room after running laps on the track for P.E. John wasn't there when he had the initial confrontation with the new girl so he hadn't seen what actually went down between the two, but he had most definitely heard about it. It seems like everybody and their mama has heard about it by now, Justin thought dryly to himself. He shook his head and grunted in hopes of avoiding the inevitable question. He was most definitely not up to talking about it…yet.

  It completely baffled him how this one girl in particular had the ability to both infuriate him and then intrigue him at the same time. What made it even worse was the fact that he didn't even know her name. How crazy was that?

  "It's her, isn't it? The new chick," John pushed, still steadily keeping his pace with Justin's as the two of them walked into the stifling locker room. On any other given day, John would have been oblivious to what was going on with anybody other than himself but for whatever reason, he had to choose today of all days to be the perceptive one.

  "No," Justin told him curtly, not wanting to go into any further detail. He wasn't about to admit that he was in fact thinking about her. Right now, the way that he saw it, she was his problem and he didn't want to let on to anyone exactly how far off his game this chick had thrown him. Justin may have felt like he had fallen off the proverbial horse, but he was sure as hell determined to get back up on it and ride again. And when he finally rode, he would ride circles around the girl, leaving her to stare blankly at his dust cloud.

  "It's the girl," John said again, sounding sure of himself when they stopped at their lockers for fresh clothes and towels. Justin glanced in his direction and frowned when he noticed him smirking. He was lucky that he wasn't looking at him because the way that Justin felt right now, he may have been inclined to smack the smirk right off his fa
ce. Instead, John kept his concentration on getting his stuff ready for a shower. Justin followed suit but froze when he heard John casually mumble, "It's about time somebody got to you like that."

  Justin stopped what he was doing right then and there, dropped his hands to his sides and turned to him.

  "What did you just say?" He had barely heard him, but Justin did not like what John had been implying. To imply that someone was getting to a guy like him grated against every nerve ending in his overworked body. Even if it was the truth, he certainly didn't want to be reminded of it.

  "Nothing," John replied glancing over his shoulder, "Nothing at all," he added and flashed one of his characteristically charming grins before turning away and heading for the shower. For the longest time Justin stood there speechless while he stared at his best friend’s back. When he disappeared, he tried to figure out where in the hell he had gone wrong for this day to go downhill so fast. It had started out perfectly normal and now, it has turned out to be anything but normal. And in his eyes, it all seemed to be courtesy of the new girl.

  "Justin."

  Justin turned in the direction of the voice. He spotted Coach standing in the doorway and lifted his brow up at him expectantly. Coach was an imposing figure standing at six foot seven and weighing in at approximately two hundred and forty pounds. His presence alone could fill a room, but right now he was just filling the doorway and staring hard back at Justin.

  "Yes Sir?"

  "Can I see you for a minute in my office?" He said it like a question, but from his demeanor, Justin could tell that it was more of an order. Without waiting for a response, Coach turned around and he knew that it was understood that he would follow.