How To Be A Heartbreaker

Two

Dario

I was woken up by the sound of my alarrm. Fuck , why is this thing so loud? I rubbed my head, being hangover in a school morning isn't ideal but i prefer dealing with the snob assholes half drunk that completly sobber. I turned around to find a naked back facing me. Whose is it, i have abseloutly no idea, probably a random chick from last night.

Yesterday was just a normal Sunday. I went with Matteo for our shifts in the bar, and ended up drinking my ass off and making out with a random blond, who I assume is the one sleeping beside me.

I run a hand down my face, grabing my phone to check the time. Shit, I missed at least two classes. If i make a run for it, I'll proably make it in time for Mr. Spencer's literature class. I used to be in his Social Studies but this year I decided literature is a better call for me. I sprung out of bed, waking up whatever her name is. "Come on, time to leave." I gave her her clothes while getting dressed myself. She huffed and left, not before throwing her panties at me, sending me a wink. I shook my head ' why do chicks always do that?' . I run to the kitchen to find no one but a note from my brother " good job genius you're late, I took Mickey to school but you gotta pick him up, I have something to do after school. See ya Idiotule " I sighed, opting not to even try to tie my tie. I couldn't tie that thing for the life of me. I grabbed my helmet and the keys and went out to take my bike.

After about forty five minutes I was walking into Literature class. The previous class hadn't finished yet so I was the only one there. Except from Mr. S that is. He looked up at me and shook his head laughing "Again? Who was it this time?" he asked. He knows everything about me, from the moment I moved here till now, he has been there. Without him I'm pretty sure we would be deported back to Romania. I laughed whilst taking a seat " We'll never know" he chuckled and continued to mark the essays he had in front of him. I put my legs on the table closing my eyes before the others started coming in.

In ten minutes, people started coming in and taking their assigned seats. To be honest, those rich girls never caught my eye. Not while in school at least. But today she walked in. For some reason I had never seen her though she seemed familiar. Long brown, almost auburn, curly hair, small nose and big brown eyes behind circular glasses. She was short, around 5'3 and the way she walked showed that she was someone. I had to meet that girl, one way or another. She sat in a seat to the row infornt of mine , next to another petite looking girl, that one I knew. Ella Young. My father works as a contractor for her father's department and I met her a couple times. She was not like the others, more down to earth and without a superiority complex but not my type. Her friend on the other hand, was exactly that.

I was lost in thoughts, which we're not going to discuss, about this girl, Mr. Spencer's booming voice brought me back to reality. " So, today were going to talk about one of the greatest tragedies in literature. Romeo and Juliet." I saw cutie sighing and crossing her arms and I just had to say something, I have to keep up with the ass's reputation after all " What's up princess, don't you like the love story?" she turned her head to me, looking like she was done with people's shit "How can I dislike a love story when it's not there?" she asked back.

Now hold the fuck on, what? I looked at her for a moment "What do you mean, the play literally talks about Romeo and Juliet's love and how they died for it." I raised a brow at her. I may not be the smartest guy but I do know what this story is about " Well, is it really love when he basically let her at the hands of her cruel father when he knew how things were going to go?" This girl is gonna be the death of me " I'm pretty sure the end is about how he killed himself because he thought the love of his life had died?" they way I said it sounded more like a question than an answer. What the hell ? " Well to me it seems like the guy was a bit eccentric" she shrugged. before I could answer Mr. S interfered "Okay Grace, Dario enough. Both of you come up here." We both knew what that meant, debate time.

Whenever two people disagreed in his class he made them have a small debate, probably to avoid a fight, and if it was anyone else I wouldn't get up, but today I gave no shit. Her name was Grace, what and irony. God, why do I care so much about this girl, who I suppose is a spoiled brat. I know her daddy payed so she can come here. The only ones with free tuition here are me, my brother, Atlas, and my sister Rebecca, in Redwood Highschool and Mickey at the elementary.

I got up, throwing Grace a smirk, to which she replied by raising her middle finger. Should I be offended by that? Maybe, but the girl is hot, and it's even hotter that she can't stand me. I'll make her stand me, in fact I'll make her do lots of thing, if you know what I mean. Anyways, that's besides the point. We both got to the front of the class " So, Grace, why don't you tell us why you think that Romeo is egoistic" I leaned my elbows on the table that was between the two of us, looking intensely at her. Even if she felt uncomfortable, she didn't show it, instead she straightened her back and began to speak " If he really loved Juliet, he would pay more attention to the plan her and the priest had come up with, and even if he didn't know what the plan was, he shouldn't kill himself, that was selfish of his." she had a proud smile on her face, and it only grew when she saw the confusion that had imprinted itself on mine. " So, you are telling me he's selfish because he died for her? Sweetie, that doesn't add up.

When I called her sweetie, she saw red "It was selfish to die because he chose the easy way out. If he really loved her, he would have lived the rest of his life, for her."

Oh, great, a hopeless romantic. I decided to push her buttons just a bit more, to see how far I can push before she exploded " Come on, princess, who didn't love you enough huh. Daddy? Or maybe mommy?" Bingo. When she heard the last word something clouded her dark eyes. Sadness? Hate? I can't tell but there was something. She looked at me "At least know ones story before judging them, jerk" she said, running out of the room.

I just stared at the wall that she was in front of a few moments before. I guess I was a bit of a jerk. She'll get over it, a shopping trip with her daddy's money will make her forget it ever happened. Right?