Summary: We hate each other. We constantly fight with one another in every possible opportunity. We are practically enemies, since we were seven. Yet, our parents are the best of friends and we grew up together. We were even born in the same day. He is a filthy rich playboy, while I am a hot-tempered easily-forget-it-when-having-a-fight girl, with an indescribable love for her cat.

How are we gonna co-exist in a house, when we can't even stand each other's company for a second?

Also, what does our parents thinking when they did that? Could there be an alternative motive which we can't even guess? Read and find out…

Sorry, first story and so I don't think it's that good. Hope you read and like though… Here you have "Babysitting the player."

* * * Diana * * *

I woke up feeling something soft rubbing at my fingertips.

At first, I didn't know what to think as to what this thing was but absent-mindedly and purely out of instinct, I starting moving my hand around in order to feel it.

When it started responding to my touch with a soft purr and started licking my hand with a small tongue, I realized that I indeed was petting something and I finally woke fully up, taking a sitting position on my king-sized bed inside my bedroom.

I swooned at the little thing while he looked at me with big grey eyes.

"Lucksy…" I finally said and brought the cute little kitten up to hug him.

He was my cat, which I absolutely and without doubt adored.

He had white fur, with only a spot of black on him on his forehead shaped somewhat like a half moon facing down. His eyes were an adorable grey color, as I previously mentioned and he was the cutest thing I ever laid eyes upon.

He belonged in the family since he was a baby… literally. His mother was my family's cat, Nory, but she unfortunately, didn't make it past labor. She also gave birth to a female kitten, but she never got to see the light of day as she was born dead.

That day was one of my saddest and happiest days ever. Happiest, because I got to have Lucksy, but saddest because his mother and sister died.

Anyway, as I was saying, I picked him up and rubbed our noses together while saying our good mornings in our respective languages, I said it while he purred happily at me.

Then, my eyes strayed a little and they happened to take a glance at the alarm clock on my bed-side table and I was horrified at what I discovered.

We were supposed to be starting our third year of high school today and I just got up… Oh o… Marilou is gonna kill me.

Maria-Elisabeth Ross, or as I liked to call her Marilou, is my best friend since first grade.

We are always together, unless we are in our respective homes. We know anything that there is to know about each other, though we still have our fights from time to time as we are both very stubborn. We always make up afterwards however, so we are cool. I am somewhat of a hot-tempered kind of gal anyway, even if when I let it out, I forget that I even argued with someone.

That comes with the exception of one and only one guy though as I can never get along with, but it's too frustrating to even think about him so early in the morning, so I will just skip it.

Anyway, where was I…? Oh, yeah…

Light brown eyes met grey and a silent word of understanding passed between us before I let him down and bolted inside the bathroom with him in tow.

I had to get ready before Marilou calls me, because we had decided to meet up with the girls for all of us to go to school together.

I only had an hour left and surprisingly, I was always late when I had to go to an appointment.

I couldn't help it as I never really meant to be late all the time… I just get easily distracted sometimes.

I brushed my teeth, and then I took a shower, rubbing my body with my favorite caramel shampoo, and my hair with a vanilla scented one.

I just loved those two scents… They were my absolute favorite if you conclude in them the banana and chocolate one. I was a sucker when it came to banana and chocolate in general anyway -who isn't- so why would the shampoo scents be any different?

Anyway, I'm getting out of track here.

See what I mean about getting distracted easily? I have to focus on getting ready.

When I was finished with the shower, I wrapped my light-brown colored hair with a peachy colored towel and put around my body tightly a white puffy towel, as I left my bathroom to go and find clothes to wear for the day.

It was the first day of senior year so I was somewhat excited about it. Mostly because I got to go to college next and so be as far away from him as possible.

I literally threw myself inside my little walk-in closet and started looking at everything available.

When I would find something, I would show it to Lucksy and he would tell whether he liked it or not.

I know, not so smart asking for advice from a cat but that's how I worked… sometimes…

Thankfully, about twenty minutes later, I got out of there looking pleased with our selection.

I wore a black 3/4-sleeved shirt that showed off my shoulders and had a girl's face painted at the front in white. It went a little passed the top of my dark blue jeans, and my black barrettes with the 2inces hill completed the look.

My hair was straightened out of my natural wavy look.

I straightened them almost all the time because I hated them that way, wavy that is, even if everyone told me that my hair was perfect the way it was.

That coming from my family and friends though, I didn't believe it much to tell you the truth… Maybe it was also because when you have something, you don't appreciate it as much as you should.

I only had a few minutes left though so I quickly returned inside the bathroom to put on some make up.

I usually put on only eyeliner and some times even mascara or lip-gloss but that was a special occasion, so I wanted to look good even if for only today.

I put on a peachy blush on my cheekbones and white and black eye-shadow emphasizing and making my brown eyes appear bigger. I also put on my trusty eyeliner and mascara and also a peachy -almost orange- lip-gloss on my lips.

I looked in the mirror in front of me before blowing a kiss in my direction and winking at my reflection before emitting a small giggle. Sometimes I act very much like a kid and not like how my seventeen year old self should.

We then run our way downstairs to where the front door is so I could leave and hopefully make it in time.

Since my parents were already at work, I just grabbed my keys from the table -where I always leave them, beside the door- took my bag, kissed Lucksy goodbye after telling him to be good and left the house.

Although I did run all the way to our meeting place, even though I could have used my car, I was still late by a few minutes.

Really, how it was possible to do the same thing every single time was a total surprise to me…

Thankfully, since I was only just minutes late, they didn't get mad at me or yell…

Yay… It seems that I'm pretty lucky today. You go Diana…

We just greeted each other and went on our way talking about everything and nothing really, acting as if we hadn't seen each other just the day before.

We were currently five; me, Marilou, Maria Moore, Angelica 'Angel or Angela' Stewarts and Elizabeth (Isabella) 'Izzi' Bennett.

Our other girl-friend, Maria Trickhern- who we called Tri as to not confuse ourselves- was going to another school so she wasn't present at the moment.

I also had another friend that had left this town a few years back because of her father's job. I haven't lost contact with her though as we talked on the phone and through video calls or chat. We just didn't see each other face to face anymore.

We, thankfully, arrived just as the first bell rang, indicating the start of a new day and also in this situation a new year.

We walked to our lockers to put our things in and went to take our study program.

Turned out that I had Maths first period, but unfortunately none of my girl-friends were gonna be with me.

We said our goodbyes at that and left towards our respective classes.

When I was inside, I spotted one of my guy best friends, Eddy Harington, sitting alone on a chair beside the window. I rushed to him with a big smile on my face.

"Eddy… Good morning! We have Math together, cool…Mind if I sit?"

"Hey Di… Sure."

I did just that and we started talking about nonsense, when I felt an aura all too familiar that I wasn't pleased about one bit.

I turned around, and spotted him, Christopher 'Chris' Logan, getting into the classroom while flirting with one of his bitches again as usual.

Ugh… He didn't change at all during summer break. But of course, what did I expect from a boy such as him…? I can't understand though how come he even turned out like that, with parents like Aria and Gary.

Anyway, this time it was a red-haired bimbo one.

Guh… He disgusts me to no end.

I absolutely hate his guts and believe me… the feelings are mutual. I just want to see him dead and deep inside the earth's core.

How could he get all those girls in no time at all was beyond me.

Sure… he was rich, and he could be considered somewhat easy on the eyes with his brown hair and dark-blue almost black pools of eyes, but come on… His personality was a-w-f-u-l… awful I tell you

He was just another player who flirted with every girl he saw. Guh… It frustrates me so much to think of him. I hate him with all my might.

While inside my thoughts, I didn't notice that he had made his way close to our seats nor that this obnoxious jerk has already taken a seat beside me with his best friend, Seth Klein, right on cue next to him.

He has apparently left the new girl and come here in order to start making my life miserable yet again.

"Why hello there Di… What a pleasant surprise seeing you here…"

How dare he use my nickname? It was to irk me, I'm sure of it. Well, he got what he wanted, that's for sure.

I gritted my teeth before I shot him a hateful glare.

As I was about to yell at him and throw insults however, the teacher came inside and so the first lesson of the semester and year begun.

The rest of the day passed fairly peaceful.

That is if you exclude that three out of four lessons I had with him, I also had at least one of my friends with.

Only chemistry was a problem since it was only us and unfortunately Mr. Pluggings put us in the same team.

This teacher was already in my hate list since freshman year, but this one just got him a lot of numbers up.

Congratulation Mr. Pluggings, you're a great teacher… Notice the sarcasm?

One of my favorite lessons is with my worst teacher, ever. How delightful…

At lunch we were finally reunited with the girls and with the boys of the group.

We ate what the cafeteria liked to call food, which I still had my doubts about, and had a considerably good time.

The downside of all this was though that I had to see his face again, accompanied by the biggest slut and witch in school, Anastasia 'Natasha' Garcia and her loyal puppy Natalie Stewarts herself.

I know, Stewarts is also Angel's surname and they are -unfortunately- related, second cousins, but that never stopped me to say anything about them… besides, she doesn't mind very much.

They were cheerleaders, with Natasha being the head cheerleader, and so they thought that they could control the school.

It didn't help that Natasha hated me since first grade and tried to make my life a living hell in every possible minute of her miserable life.

Above all that, she had also stolen many of my boyfriends, but I guess they deserved it if they fell for her tricks and then got burned.

I didn't cry anyway, I had promised myself never to for a guy, and they were apparently a bunch of mindless jerks, but the point is that she still did it.

She was No 2 on my 'hate' list, right after you-know-who.

I just prayed that the day would end and so I could go and see Lucksy.

I missed him.

Thankfully, PE was my next and last lesson for the day so I went to my locker with Marilou since we had this class together and left our books while taking the gym clothes.

After that, we met with Marilou's boyfriend, Kurt Thornton, and my two best guy friends, Eddy and Jonathan Robinson.

We had this class together and so we decided to meet before going to change inside our changing rooms. We went to the girl's one while they went right next to ours on the guy's one.

We wore our sports clothes and went inside the gym.

The entire student-body wore the same uniform while doing sports. It was a white t-shirt with black gym pants and sport shoes.

Coach Skyves was already inside and waiting with a basketball in his hands being twirled like a professional. It seems that today we were going to play basketball.

Nice…

I loved this game and I was considered good at it back when I was in a girls' team in grade school or when I just played for fun.

"How are you doing today wimps? Well, feeling good or not doesn't concern me. You will work your asses off today so go on and begin getting your spirits ready."

Groans of protest could be heard from various directions by the students but he just continued on his speech.

"I want the guys to form two teams, skin and t-shirt, and play basketball on the right side of the court, while the girls will go and do artistic gymnastics on the other side."

I frowned at that. How come we couldn't play just because we were girls?

As I raised my hand in order to voice my thoughts out, Coach interrupted me.

"You will be doing Artistic Gymnastic because I was asked by Ms Lovington- your cheerleaders' coach- to train you more and not make you do 'man work' or something, so no fighting back, got it Spencer?"

As he told the last part, he looked at me in the eyes with a glare before turning to all of us and ordering us to do what we were told.

I pouted and frowned but knew better than to argue with him.

I thought that I faintly heard a snicker coming from behind me and so I turned around to come face to face with him while he tried very hard; and failing completely, to not laugh.

Of course and he would laugh… He was pleased because he wasn't forbidden to do something that he loved. Ugh… Have I mentioned how much I hate him?

I reluctantly followed Marilou and the rest of the girls on the left side of the gym to do warm-ups and start 'training'.

I don't even know why I did this. I wasn't even a cheerleader.

Don't get me wrong; I liked stretching my body since I liked doing yoga whenever I had the time, but I preferred doing it more when alone and not in front of a bunch of hormonal teenagers.

I felt dirty doing that, which is one of the reasons I didn't try out to be a cheerleader.

The other was Natasha. The thing is, even if I tried, there was no possible way that she would let me in. Besides, I had my own mind and personality, thank you very much, and I was in no mood to follow the biggest witch of the school.

Throughout the entire hour of gym class, I felt eyes burning my back but when I turned around, I saw no one.

I decided to let it pass as nothing and as though it was in my mind.

Besides, this is the last period and then I was home free and could play with the love of my life for as long as I liked.

That was what I thought at the time but you see; fate has a different path for you to follow which is almost never pleasant…