The Players' Bet

Sypnosis and Aesthetics

"She's not the queen of broken hearts, mate, She's the queen of breaking hearts"
Valerie Trinity Peirce, someone who has broken more hearts than she can count.

"You mean Tristan? Oh he is just the male version of you"
Tristan Vincent West, someone who has left more hearts shattered into pieces that he wouldn't be able to count if he cared enough too.

It's their last year of school, last year to do stupid things and let the media put it under spoiled rich kids or teenage fun...last year before going off to college, and Andromeda Private School has a tradition.

Titling ribbons from Player to Miss Selfie to Drama Queen, but this time they've got too, and neither wants to share the title to they decide to play a game.

So They'll sweet talk.
They'll fight
They'll make up.
They'll hold hands and take walks.
They'll hang out with each other's friends and go on dates.
They'll hold each other, and kiss, have sex and make out.
They'll talk on the phone all night long and give each other nicknames.
Whoever falls in love first?

Loses.

"Well this shouldn't be too hard Love is an illusion after all"

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Main Character Sypnosis:

"Here's a piece of advice for you, Trust no man, fear no bitch and don't even think about messing with me"

Valerie Trinity Peirce

18.

One of the Players of the story, emerald green eyes, wavy dark chocolate brown hair, naturally pink lips, daughter of the owner of a multibillion-dollar company, a very good negotiator, smart, sarcastic, can be selfish, mean and most of all, herself.

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"I fucking understand, if I were you, I'd wanna be me too"