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The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 3:25pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
He let out a frustrated groan. "One day," he said, "one day you'll realize you're taking me for granted. And you’ll fall helplessly in love with me." "I highly doubt that." I looked out the window. That would never happen, I kept telling myself, it would never happen. ---- When Kyla Evans was dumped by her best friend-slash-boyfriend, Cedric, she was devastated. Convinced that her whole life came tumbling down, she promised that she would definitely get back at him, seeking nothing but revenge. She abandoned her glasses and sweatshirts, determined to make Cedric regret ever dumping her. What she wants: Revenge. How she’s planning to get it: By going out with the school’s biggest player; the person her ex- boyfriend loathes the most— Seth Everett. --- HEY! I'm new (sort of), and I'm not sure about this, but I'm posting anyway. Here. Hope somebody reads it. And just to be clear, this is just the PLOT (or summary, or synopsis, or storyline, or whatever else you call this), not the prologue or first chapter. Okay. Peace out. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 3:26pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
Prologue If I could fly in any direction, where would it be? Would I be headed in one direction? Would I be fixing my gaze and limiting my focus on one, straight line? Would I be following that straight line, enjoying the way the wind would rush to meet me, the way the clouds would softly dissipate as I pass them, the way my eyes would automatically flutter close? Or would I let the wind take me anywhere? Would I go north, south, east, west, or a mix of all these directions— going nowhere in particular? Would I let time pass me by as I glide effortlessly through the limitless sky? Would I close my eyes, feel every little thing in the world—the soft hum of the wind, the coldness of the sky enveloping me as I took flight, the way my mind would release itself from my consciousness —and feel as light as a feather carried by the wind in midair? Would I slip into an endless flight, never fixing my gaze on a straight line, never giving myself limitations and restrictions? I would probably choose the second one. To let every little worry completely slip off of my mind. I would probably take flight and get carried away. Flight means freedom. It has no restrictions. It has no limitations. It allows you to feel like leaving your worries far below you. Flight must be a wonderful thing. But I could never fly. Ever. Not in the way I’d want to. I could never soar through the skies, not now, not ever. But that’s okay. I don’t have to fly, because I found something better. Something else. Something way better than flying. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 3:28pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
Chapter One I hated Cedric. Every little piece of him —from his gorgeous brown eyes, his adorable geeky smile, and the way he would look when he was solving a difficult Calculus problems, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. Of course, I hadn’t always hated pieces of him. In fact, they used to be the things that kept me on my toes, the things that never failed to make my heart thump, sending butterflies to my stomach. But then he broke my heart. And the worst part? There was no way I could've seen it coming. It was his birthday. Seventeenth of June, in the middle of summer. We’ve been spending more and more time together. Sometimes we’d read in his room, listening to some music, occasionally taking a break and making out. We started going out two years ago. He was my first boyfriend, first kiss, first date—and I really believed that he’d be my last. At that point, it didn't seem possible that we would ever end up the way we did. The funny thing was that everything was sailing smoothly. I was in love with him, and I was falling deeper everyday. I would wake up to thoughts of him and fall asleep with the memory of his voice in my head. I thought it was the same for him. Apparently not. “Wow. You really overdid yourself,” Hail said as she gazed at my birthday present for Cedric. We were in my room, both of us seated on my bed as we tried to decide what I should wear for my date with Cedric later. We agreed to meet on the beach a few towns over later at six in the evening. I couldn't decide which dress to wear. I'd gone shopping, something I didn't normally do, but ended up buying three dresses. I called Hail to help me choose. The moment she walked into my room, she saw the guitar and her face lit up. “You think he’d like it?” I asked her, looking at the corner of my room, where I had placed the guitar case, propped against the wall. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by aristocrazzy: 3:29pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
Ok. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by aristocrazzy: 3:29pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
k. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by golor(m): 3:30pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
Too long |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 3:32pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
I had been saving for months to buy Cedric a new electric guitar. I took a part-time job at a little boutique in town and saved most of my allowance so I could come up with enough money to buy it. “He’d love it!” Hail told me, her eyes shining bright. “You guys are the cutest couple in the world. It's really amazing how you started off as best friends before going out. Pretty soon you’d marry each other and I’ll be your maid of honor. Then you’d be having babies and—” “Oh, my god, stop it,” I told her, fighting the urge to blush. Of course that was exactly how I envisioned it. I thought there was no way we wouldn't eventually get there. That night, I didn't mind dressing up, which was saying a lot. I was the type of girl who preferred comfort over appearance, choosing to wear a sweatshirt over a cute blouse. But I wanted to make Cedric's birthday special, so Hail helped me curl my brown locks. I applied some makeup, something I wasn't exactly quite fond of. We ended up choosing the plain white sundress that looked surprisingly good on me. I brought the guitar with me, nestled in its case. I used the straps of the case and carried it like a backpack, underestimating the guitar's weight. So I stood there in the cold, summer night with my sundress on and a guitar case slung over my back, waiting for Cedric to show up. At some point, I set the guitar down, propping it carefully against the sand. He was uncharacteristically late. It had been two hours and he wasn't picking up any of my phone calls. I was starting to get worried. “Hey, babe. You play?” At first I thought it was some sort of weird, out-of-character joke from Cedric, but when I looked up, it wasn’t. In fact, it was Seth Everett. He stood in front of me with his hands shoved deep in his jean pockets, his sandy brown hair strewn over his forehead. If I didn't know any better, I would have been flattered. I'd seen him in school and have heard rumors about him and the way he'd move on from one girl to another without hesitation. If that wasn't enough for me not to like him, there was also the fact that Cedric, for some reason, didn't like Seth. “What?” I asked him. My throat felt dry, making me realize how long I’d been standing there. “I asked, do you play?” He nodded at the guitar. A small smile was playing across his lips, the smile that effectively made half the female population at our school swoon. The same smile that he used when he was hitting on another poor, pathetic girl. Was it possible that he was hitting on me? I had never really been under his radar, seeing as I was practically invisible at school. Not that I would complain. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Um, no.” I looked sideways, hoping he’d get the picture and leave when he figures out I wasn't interested. I doubted that he even knew we go to the same school. I saw him open his mouth to say something, but as if on cue, Cedric arrived, looking almost out of breath when he saw me. He eyed Seth coldly before dragging me away, leaving Seth standing there with the same cold look on his face. I tore my eyes away from Seth and looked back at Cedric. I was too relieved to see he was fine that I'd forgotten about being mad at him for being late. “Happy birthday,” I said. He glanced at me. My heart did this weird, little dance when I saw him look me over, checking me out— appreciating the fact that I dressed up. But the look on his face was replaced by something serious. My smile shifted into a slight frown. “There’s something I have to tell you,” he told me, his voice serious. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 7:12pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
*Continuation* “What is it?" I pushed past the lump in my throat and tried to push the queasy feeling in my stomach away. “Kyla." He ran his fingers through his hair and looked into my eyes before averting his gaze and taking a deep breath. "I think we should break up.” I blinked, shaking my head. "What?" The guitar felt heavier, the wind seemed colder, I suddenly felt so bare and exposed-- vulnerable. "I'm sorry," he said, looking down, his voice strained. “Break up?” I asked him, fumbling for the right words to say. "You're joking, right? Right?" He shook his head, ever so slightly. I felt as if all the air was knocked out of me, like somebody had just punched me in the gut. I was shaking my head, trying to make sense of whatever was happening. "What are you talking about? What--what's wrong?" I searched his face for any clue, but all I could see were his brown eyes, apologetic and pained. "Why?" He just shook his head, looking down. "I'm sorry." "We can--we can talk this out," I tried again, reaching for him, but he took a step back and pursed his lips together in a pained grimace. I felt like he had just slapped me. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it when I realized I couldn't. It was hard to summon my voice, impossible to find any words. I looked at him one last time, waiting for the punch line, waiting for him to take back what he just said, waiting fot anything. His eyes held mine for the longest time and it almost seemed like he was going to reach for me. But he just dropped his gaze and repeated the words "I'm sorry." My eyes started to water. I shook my head, taking quick, shallow breaths as I waited for something more, but nothing came. I took a step back, feeling as if somebody had just ripped my heart out. And the worst part was that it was Cedric who did it. I took another step back and before the tears could fall, I turned around and started to walk away, fighting the urge to run, hoping he would call me, ask me to stop and turn around. Hoping he'd catch up to me and stop me from leaving. I will not cry. I fought the tears from falling. I will not cry. When I walked by the juice bar, some guys who were hanging out there had whistled. I turned to them. One of them smiled while the rest stared. At me. I was being hit on. Again. When I looked back, Cedric was still there. What nerve, I thought. Showing up two hours late without explanation and breaking up with me. What freaking nerve. I wiped the unshed tears from my eyes, careful not to ruin my makeup. I knew Cedric was still watching me. I knew he was looking. That was probably why I stepped towards the juice bar and approached the guy who was smiling at me. “Enjoying the view?” I asked him. He looked me up and down before looking back into my eyes. “Very much so.” I looked at Cedric again, and I could see how surprised he was. I could see it, his eyes wide, his mouth agape. Was he hurting? Was he starting to regret his decision? Did he even care? I looked back at the the stranger in front of me. “I’d take that as a compliment,” I told him. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 7:17pm On Dec 14, 2014 |
*Continuation* “You’re welcome. Want a drink?” he asked me. The guys almost automatically scooted to make space for me. When I realized what I was doing, I almost stepped back, wondering what on earth had gone into me. I would have left, pretending none of that ever happened, if I hadn't caught sight of my reflection on the glass surface of the Juice Bar's fridge. I looked different. I looked like I wasn't as broken outside as I was inside. So I looked at the guy again. “Why not?” That was the end of my relationship with Cedric. The guy from that night? He was my second kiss. With tongue. Which, to me, back then was pretty much screamed marriage and commitment. Of course it wasn’t. It was just a one-night make out session. In a juice bar. With all his friends there. With Cedric watching in the distance, frozen in shock. The name of that guy? I had no idea. Ironic, really, how the end was also somehow the beginning of something else. That was how I began plotting my revenge. That was how I began coming to the realization that in all this— I hated Cedric. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 7:28am On Dec 15, 2014 |
Chapter 2 Wow. Is there not a limit as to how much a guy could actually be such an egotistical, bigheaded, cocky jerk? Well, with Mr. I-Have- Nice-Biceps-Right? guy, I guess there isn’t. And frankly? He disgusted me to death. Especially since 1) he had absolitely no idea how drunk he was, 2) he wasxin love with his biceps, 3) and he practically wanted to kiss me the moment he saw me. He smiled at me. “Well, Karla—” “It’s Kyla,” I corrected him. He looked around the room. “Where?” he asked, and I fought the urge to slap him. He didn't even know my name. So as he looked around the room with all these swaying, sober, half-drunk, really drunk party people dancing to the lame Super Bass song, I tried my best not to hit Biceps Guy where it hurt. I could do that. I could kick him right there— he’d probably swear, most likely cause a big ruckus that would attract the attention of the room, and end up crying like the big baby he was—and I'd just act all childish-like and innocent, tell him I didn’t mean to, kiss him, and he’ll forget it. As easy as one-two- three. Fortunately, though, I didn’t do that. Not because I could actually control my temper (trust me, I have anger management issues), and especially not because I was nice and I didn’t want him to cry like a baby in the middle of a high school party where half the student body could see him. No. In fact, it was because of this: I didn’t want to end up kissing him. Period. I mean, did he even brush his teeth? Those yellow—yellow unidentified objects stuck to his gums were just repulsing. There was simply no way I would kiss him. So I stood up from his lap, where I somehow ended up five minutes ago when he pulled me down with him. “Where’re you going?” he asked me. I gave him my best look, batting my eyelashes at him, and bent down to whisper something into his ear. By the way his whole body tensed, I knew he was turned on. Way turned on. “So, I’ll just wait for you upstairs. I think the bedrooms are available,” he whispered back—huskily, I might add. While some people could be sexy with the whole husky voice, he simply sounded like a drunk pervert. “Sure. I’ll be there in a minute,” I said and winked at him. He jumped out of his seat, clearly excited. I sighed and watched as he disappeared into the crowd of dancing people, up the stairs, while I stood there and paused, before turning to the door to leave. The party was a dump. There were hardly any cute guys. And besides, Cedric wasn’t there, so what was the point? When I walked out the door, I never planned on staying back. I had no plans of going to the room where Biceps Guy, most likely undressed, would be waiting for me. No Cedric, no thanks. “Yo, Evans.” I looked to my side. Only one person ever called me that. Excluding my teachers, but I really didn't expect to find them standing in the middle of a high school party where students are getting drunk, getting laid, or getting stupid. So despite the lack of light, I knew who it was. Seth Everett. “Need a drink?” he asked me. “Nah. I'm leaving,” I said and eyed the skanky girl draped all over him. By the way her lipstick was smudged, I was guessing they were in the middle of something. And by the way her blue eyes sent cold glares in my direction, it was a no- brainer that she did not like the interruption. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 7:31am On Dec 15, 2014 |
*continues* “Really.” Seth cocked his head to one side and smiled. In the darkness of the lawn, he seemed almost mysterious. “So you finally abandoned Biceps Guy.” I raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “Oh, you know. That guy with the yellow teeth and all.” Now I was impressed. He actually noticed that? “Yeah. I did. And why do you care?” I made myself sound flirty. Why not? After all, he was still talking to me. About Biceps Guy. Which meant he actually noticed me in the party while he was in the middle of a make out session with another girl. "I don’t,” he said, his head still cocked on that side. “Aren’t you quite the heartbreaker?” I laughed. “That, sweetheart, is the understatement of the century.” One corner of his mouth rose. “Ain’t that right.” And with that, I left. I wasn't really the heartless bitch I seemed like. If I was, I wouldn’t have stayed up all night after that party, thinking of all the things that could have gone differently had I not made Biceps Guy wait in vain. Thinking of that hollowness in the pit of my stomach because there I was again, with a guy whose name I didn't even know, a guy who wasn't Cedric. If I really didn’t have a heart, then why did it still hurt so badly whenever I thought of Cedric? I've tried. I've tried and tried, over and over again. But the truth was, I haven’t, not even once, moved on to forget about him. He was still there, in my mind, in my heart, in my existence. I might have easily walked away the night we broke up. I might have made out with a random guy on a juice bar, but that was just because I didn’t want to seem like the brokenhearted girl I knew I was. Because I wanted Cedric to walk to the juice bar to pry me off of that guy and take his words back. He didn't. No one, not a soul, saw me walk away from those guys in the juice bar that night to cry in the comfort room. No one saw me wipe my eyes as frantically as I could. And no one, not one of those guys, came to check in on me in the bathroom while I did. I don’t think anyone even noticed that I had already ran off. No one saw me break. I wanted it to stay that way. So a week after of our breakup, I promised I wouldn't cry over him again. I wouldn't let myself be weak again. I changed myself, covering my broken heart with some makeup and a new wardrobe. I started going to parties and flirted with other guys. At one point, Cedric began going to parties too, and that was when I started to make out with guys, making sure he was watching. Sometimes, though, the pain would hit me so hard I can't help but feel like everything was pressing down on me, missing him so badly it hurt. I missed holding his hand, I missed the feel of his arms around me, I missed the way he would always, always trace my lower lips with his thumb before leaning in to kiss me, I missed the smile that sent my heart skyrocketing to the moon. Like on nights like this, that pang of hurt would just come and all I could do is lie in the dark, in my room, buried under the covers of my bed, close my eyes, and think of him, him, him. --- “Heads up!” somebody yelled. I looked up, to see a football rocketing towards me. I dodged only a second too late and BAM! It hit me on the forehead and I almost fell back if somebody hadn’t caught me from behind. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 7:35am On Dec 15, 2014 |
*continues* “Hey, watch it!” came the voice from behind me, and I recognized it immediately. I looked up to see Seth Everett. He wasn’t looking at me, though. He was looking at whoever had thrown that football in my direction. To my surprise, it was Cedric. Cedric, who had never played football. At least not that I knew of. He ran towards me and I wanted to run off as far away as possible before he could actually get near, but I was rooted to the ground. Seth had a firm grip on my shoulders, and I would’ve have looked like he still affected me if I did run away. So I stayed there. Seth did not pick up the ball. Neither did I. So when he came, he picked it up and looked up at me. In the morning light, his brown eyes seemed amber and I realized, really, how tan he had become. It wasn't a deep tan, but it was enough for me to notice. I also noticed how much longer his black hair was. So he wasn’t just Football-Playing Cedric. I wondered, for a second, how much he had changed. “We’d appreciate it if you don’t try hitting people with your lousy throw,” Seth told him. I pursed my lips together, trying not to defend Cedric, not to spat at Seth for being such an ass. It was almost a reflex, for me to feel protective of him. So we stood there, Seth behind me with his arms on my shoulders, and Cedric in front of me, at arm’s length, in the middle of the grassy courtyard of the school. A lot of people passed us by, some going to the peach- colored building to my right, some going out, changing classes or having break. But in that moment, it felt like it was the just three of us. “I don’t have a lousy throw," Cedric said through gritted teeth before looking at me. “I'm sorry. Are you okay?” I heard the oh- so-slight, softening of his voice as he turned to me. I held my head high and stepped back until my back could feel the warmth of Seth’s chest. I made the gesture obvious, and even held one Seth’s hands on my shoulders. “I'm fine,” I said and smiled sweetly at him, “it was just a lousy throw after all, wasn’t it?” I cocked my head to the side, still smiling, thinking, Do you regret breaking up with me? Are you hurting? Are you jealous? But really, the only question that ever really mattered was— Will you take me back? “Of course,” he said. I was almost startled, wondering, if by some chance, he had answered my question with an “of course,” before realizing he couldn’t have heard the question. And he wouldn’t want me back anyway. Besides, I realized he was talking about his throw when he added, “I’ll work on it, and next time, I’ll try hitting you again to see if it improved.” "Why not?” I asked him, shrugging. “I’ll probably be twenty seven by then.” Seth snorted and Cedric’s face darkened. Seth slid his hand so that he was half- hugging me, one arm draped across my shoulder, as he let his other hand slip away. He put it in his pocket and looked at me. “Let's go.” The two of us went off, leaving Cedric standing there. Seth kept his arm over my shoulder, even as we walked into the school. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 7:36am On Dec 15, 2014 |
*continues* “So, catch you at lunch?” he asked me. I thought about it. Thought about the way Cedric used to rant about Seth. About the way Cedric hated him. I smiled. “Why not?” --- Oh my gosh! I can't believe somebody even read this! Thanks a lot and I'm so, so happy about everything! Thanks so much! Hope you enjoyed Chapter Two! |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 8:05am On Dec 16, 2014 |
Chapter 3 One thing was official: Seth Everett wanted me. I saw it in the way he kept casting glances at me all through lunch, in his barely there smiles and the way he cocks his head to the right when I talk. He wanted me, which is exactly what I needed at the moment. So when class ended the same day, I wasn’t surprised when he stopped and leaned on the locker next to mine. I was just depositing my stuff when the words “Missed me yet?” made me look up. “Everett,” I said, my voice dropping a tone lower—the voice I always used to keep a guy hooked—and leaned a little into him, “you’re the last thing I'd miss.” “Well, that can’t be right.” He cocked his head to the right and gave me his barely there smile. I almost rolled my eyes at him. He took a step closer, so that his lips were almost touching my ear, his breath tickling me a little. “You’re sure you didn’t miss me at all?” I pretended to think about it, squinting my eyes, then shrugged. “Pretty sure.” I gave him a smile, blinking slowly once, and slammed my locker shut. “See you around.” I walked ahead, leaving him rooted to that place. He laughed. “Aren’t you something.” I could feel him shift behind me. “Hah.” I turned around, and found him staring at me. “How so?” He shrugged. “Party at my house on Friday. See you there.” I laughed at his face. “You think I, Kyla Evans, would go to your party? I mean, who’re you? You’re just Seth Everett.” He raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “Oh, so you’re not coming to my, ‘just’ Seth Everett’s, party?” I lifted a shoulder in response, and just like that, I flashed him one last smile before turning to walk away completely. I never knew Seth Everett was so easy. --- The music was too loud when I got to the party, some lousy rap music. Ugh. Could Seth have worse music preferences? I felt cold in my blouse and skirt. I think my boots were the only things I'd worn that actually offered some warmth, so at least my feet weren’t cold. But seriously? Some gentleman offering me his jacket would probably make me love him for life at the moment. Looking around from the lawn, I surveyed the people, looking for signs of Cedric. Of course, though, he wasn’t here. I mean, he couldn’t be in Seth’s party. I still had no idea why he hates Seth, but I was pretty sure he’d never come to his party. And the thing is, I wasn’t even supposed to come, exactly because of that reason. Because Cedric won’t be coming, there was simply no reason for me to show up. But somehow, I found myself going anyway, because if Seth wanted me, then I better be sure he’d keep wanting me. And maybe… just maybe, I was a little intrigued with whatever he had up his sleeves. I hovered by the entrance, though, partly unsure whether this was actually a good idea or not. But hey, I was already there, so I realized I should just get on with this. “You’re late.” The whisper was directly in my ear and I instinctively cringed away. I didn’t know whether or not guys knew this, but my ears were ticklish. I turned to see Seth, he was smiling weirdly at me. “Are you freaking kidding me? Your ears are ticklish?” Shoot me now. I forced a smile out. “You better not use that against me someday. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 8:09am On Dec 16, 2014 |
*continues* He laughed, the sound deep and somehow able to stand out against the loud music and shouting and noise. “Don’t worry. I won’t.” He shrugged before sending me a glance. “Not yet.” I groaned, and it must have been half-true. Ticklish parts are like weaknesses. I’ve had enough with living a life full of weaknesses, so I wasn’t comfortable with the fact that Seth —or any other person for that matter—knew about my ticklish ears. I know this probably doesn’t matter to others, but it does to me. “So." He said, leaning me through the crowd. "You look great.” I rolled my eyes. “You’ve probably said that to every girl you’re trying to seduce, which, probably, means pretty much every girl here.” He laughed. “Okay, ouch. You make me sound like a manwhore.” “You said that yourself.” I smiled at him. “But anyways, care to tell me something original this time? Something you haven’t told anyone else yet?” “Something I’ve never told anyone else yet…” He thought—or at least seemed to have— about it before saying, “You should smile more. Makes you look angelic.” My smile faltered for a second, together with my façade. I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “But of course, with so many hearts you’ve broken so far—you probably aren’t that angelic,” he quickly added. I was thankful that he did, because it helped me recover from my trance. “You don’t know that,” I said, “I’m actually really angelic.” “I bet you are.” He nodded. That was when it happened. It might have been some spilled beer or a foot or a wire or something—it could have been anything, really—but the next thing I knew, I was falling down, the floor coming closer and closer. But he grabbed my hand just in time, pulled me up and locking me in his embrace instead. He pulled back, giving just enough space for us to look at each other. “Whoa. Hey. You okay?” I blinked, trying to compose myself. "Perfectly fine." “Okay.” When he released me, I knew my cheeks were flushed because of my near- falling-down-the-floor- and-making-a-fool-of- myself experience. “So, how about some drinks?” Thinking about beer and the fact that I was supposed to drive home, I bit my lower lip. Maybe I could take a cup or something, just so he can’t say I'm a bore, but I wouldn’t really drink it. “Are you driving home?” he asked me. “Sort of,” I replied. “But maybe I can get a cup or—” “No.” His voice was hard. Firm. Completely different from his usual breezy, cool self. I couldn't help but flinch back, surprised. “I have some non-alcoholic drinks somewhere. You can have those tonight.” And just like that, he was back. He hadn’t apologized for the sudden change, the sudden harshness. He hadn’t even acknowledged it. It was if it never happened. So Seth Everett had secrets too. Somehow, this surprised me a lot. “Come on. The drinks are by the counter.” I followed suit. “I knew you would come,” he told me over the music as we made our way through the crowd. |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 8:15am On Dec 16, 2014 |
*continues* “Really.” He nodded. “The girls always come.” I snorted. “Of course that’s what you think. I'm only here because I'm meeting someone,” I tried, sizing his reaction up. “Let me guess. By someone, you mean the usual make-out.” He cocked his head to the side. “No.” I smiled at him, the smile I’ve always used when my prey was exactly at that point. I stepped closer to him, pressing my body against his. "But I guess you're good enough.” What the freaking hell was wrong with me? Cedric wasn’t here, so why did I make such a move? Damn it. Unlike any other guy, however, he didn’t have the reaction I expected. He wasn’t turned on, he wasn’t even partly seduced. He laughed. Laughed. I was practically shouting Let’s freaking get to third base! but there he was, laughing. “What?” I stepped back, offended and embarrassed. Shit, shit, shit. I should never have done that. Cedric wasn't even here in the first place. Damn it. That never happened before. I was blushing from the rejection. “Oh, Evans, it’s your turn to tell me something you don’t usually say.” He flashed his smirk. “You made me do it.” I scowled at him. “I don’t say that to other guys at all!” I whined— which was a big mistake, partly because I sounded stupid and because it only made him chuckle again. “Come on. Say something different.” I pressed my lips together. “See?” he asked me. “Aren’t you more of a player than I am? You can’t even think of a line you haven’t told another guy yet—” “I'm a virgin.” I looked straight into his eyes, daring him, challenging him. “There. I haven’t told anybody else about that, and it also proves I am so much better than Seth Everett, you sex-crazed guy.” “Okay. Whoa.” He let out a sharp breath. “You’re a virgin?” He looked so surprised that I swear I could have taken a picture. “Holy shit, Evans. You’re a freaking vir—” “Okay, shut up.” I covered his mouth quickly. “My virginity isn’t exactly a secret, but that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with you shouting it out to the whole student body.” He blinked. “Why have I never known this before? If this isn’t a secret, I swear I would have known about this.” “It’s not a secret. Nobody just asks me.” I shrugged. “So it basically never came up. People assume things, Everett. Most times? Those assumptions are really just messed up. Everyone thinks I sleep around. What do they know?” He let out a soft whistle. “Hot damn, Evans.” He shook his head, smiling almost to himself as he scratched the back of his neck. “At this rate, I can’t really assure you your virginity.” My mouth dropped open, but I was smiling. “What makes you think I’m ever going to do it with you, of all people? I love myself, I don’t want to get an STD from you.” He laughed. “I do not have an STD.” “Oh, but that’s only what you think,” I said, “do you really know?” “You better shut it. Right now, I'm torn between wanting to get myself checked and wanting to spend the rest of the night with you.” I raised my eyebrows at this and he matched it with a smirk. “In the most innocent way possible.” |
Re: The Heartbroken Heartbreaker by Nobody: 8:17am On Dec 16, 2014 |
*continues* “And the most innocent way possible there is is…?” “Just this.” He made a vague gesture wuth his hand. “Hanging around.” I almost laughed at him. I never knew he could be so lame. Who, in their right minds, would just hang out, nothing more? But at least I didn’t have to make out with him—or with anyone for that matter. I didn’t like making out with other people if Cedric wasn’t around. This, just “hanging out,” was actually a good thing for the night. So I played along. “Well, I’m yours for the night,” I said, opening my arms in a gesture that said I’m all yours. I leaned closer and in a lower voice, I said, “In the most innocent way possible.” He tensed, pupils dilating. I knew I finally succeeded in seducing the school’s player. Satisfied, I walked ahead of him and asked him with the most innocent smile I could come up with, “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s hang out.” “Damn it,” he said. “How can you look so... innocent and be so brutal?” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “It’s a gift.” We finally reached the bar and counter, and he handed me my drink. He got himself a beer and we just hung out for a while. I was actually, and surprisingly, having a good time when the most unexpected thing happened. Something that was enough to suddenly have all my walls up in a split- second. Cedric showed up. --- |
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