Curse Against Love

Chapter 1: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

Hi, my name's Nicolette. Nicolette Harley. My life has been pretty normal. School, drama, love, breakups. 

It's all pretty basic. 

Except my love life. I swear, sometimes, I feel like I'm cursed. 

Everyone that I have dated, has dated me because of a dare, or to use me. No one has ever loved me. I loved them all, but they were always fake. 

Now, you may think I am overreacting, but I'm not. I'll prove it.

●◎Example 1: Kaiden ◎●

Captain of the Lacrosse team, cocky and bright personality, every girl's dream guy. We dated for months. He was always there for me, and he told me he "loved me". Of course that was bullshit. 

After dating for about 9 months, he confessed to me, and told me that it was all just a dare. One stupid dare. He said he never loved me. He even laughed at me. Said I was so desperate that I actually believed him. 

●◎Example 2: Charlie◎●

Charlie was a kind-hearted guy. Played guitar, could never hurt anyone deliberately unless they were psycho, or hurt him first. He was one of the guys that I genuinely loved. Before he even knew my name, I had already fallen for the guy. We dated for a full year. He treated me like a princess. Like I was the only girl in the entire world. 

Then one day, on my birthday of all days. He told me he realized all his feelings were fake. He said it was like he was hypnotized by me or something, and that he was finally free, and realized I was a horrible person. I know right. Like what the actual fuck.

●◎Example 3: Luke◎●

Luke was the smart golden boy. He was the top of all his classes, and he was one of the most popular guys in my school. He was a jerk to most people. But kind to the people he liked, or could tolerate. Apparently I was one of those people. We dated for a month or two. 

I ended up finding out from a friend that he just used me for money. It sucked. Being used for money? Like no one at my school even knew I was rich. It was supposed to be a secret. Now that I think of it, he was always asking to come over to my house. He was the only one that saw my house. Well, not the real family mansion, but the house my dad and I was renting.

Trust me there are like 3 more, but they were all pretty much the same. And you'd think that I would learn after the first time....

But what can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic. 

Key word, Hopeless.

My mom died a few weeks ago. And my dad got sick. Sooo my dad and I are currently moving to California. Apparently the family mansion is there.

I have never actually seen the mansion yet. I just heard stories. Of how big it was, and how my family hosted crazy big parties. It always sounded like a dream.

Hopefully now, that dream will turn into reality. Sooo I guess see ya there!

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