How To Be A Heartbreaker

Four

Dario

After Grace left the classroom, her friend raised her hand, to which Mr. S replied with a nod. Satisfied with his answer she got up and got out of the classroom as well, probably going to find her. Maybe, just maybe I was a bit harsh on her, she was right, i didn't know her but aren't all rich kids the same. Whining about every minor inconvenience in their perfect life. Plus, what I said wasn't even that deep. She's just a little spoiled brat, right?

Then why are you thinking about her? Shut up brain. But you do, you think about how good her small body would look writhing under yours- Okay brain, we got it, I may or may not have been thinking about her since this morning, but that means nothing. She's just a good looking girl that would be a great fuck.

I mean, who wouldn't hit it if they had the chance?

Anyways, after several torturous hours of pointless shit, I mean classes, I was going to Redwoods's elementary school to pick up Mickey. When he saw me he run to me with his little legs, I smiled a little and opened my arms so I can twirl him around. He has always loved that. Little squeals left his mouth, making my smile wider. God, I love this kid, I'm pretty sure that if he wasn't around , I wouldn't have made it. He's the only one keeping me sane. Well, him and Becca

On the way back we stopped at a fast food place so Mickey could eat lunch. If Matteo said he had business, it meant that the only edible thing in our apartment would be beer and water, and the kid can't live on water. As for me, nothing could go down. An unsettling feeling had set in my stomach for an unknown reason. It could possibly be guilt now, could it? No, no fucking way. Why would I feel guilty? I just told her the truth, I'm sure, she knew but didn't want to admit. The is no reason for me to feel guilty, I was just honest, is all. It's not my fault the fucking brat got upset.

You need to forget about the girl, Dario. It's getting pathetic I told myself, whilst Mickey ate his lunch. He must saw in my face that something was bothering me and asked "You okay, Rio?"

Rio. That's how my mom used to call me when we I younger. I couldn't say my full name, for some reason, and she decided to give me a nickname that was easier, she still calls me that, sometimes, when he isn't present. He looks so much like him and, so do I, is the reason I refuse to cut my hair too short, thats why all the tats. I can't stand the thought of being like him, I made a promise that if I ever turn out like him, they have permission to kill me. Rebecca laughed when I told her, but stopped when she realised that I'm not kidding. I want the earth to open and shallow me so I don't have to deal with trying not to become my father

But I have to stay strong. I'm not gonna break down in front of the kid, even though I just want to curl into a ball and cry until no air can get into my lungs. Regardless, I push those feeling aside - for the moment at least - and turn my head to Mickey, my usual smirk back on "Yeah, kid. I'm okay. You done eating? We gotta go see mama" he nodded his head to my question, wiping his hands on a napkin. After he wiped himself, we got up, I left a ten dollar bill on the table. I gave Mickey he's helmet and with his little fingers he fumbled with the claps. I chuckled, getting the claps for him, earning a thumbs up .

I have absolutely no clue why it make me feel so valid when he does that. I feel like, for once in my life, I have succeeded in something. He's the only one that gives me the validation that I'm not a loser, that I actually have a purpose here. At least one person makes me feel like that.

That is the reason I don't do relationships. People are not to be trusted, me included. We all are selfish. Maybe Grace was right. Maybe Romeo was indeed selfish for opting to do what he did. Maybe the would have their happy ending if he had. But this version is more realistic. In life, almostno one gets their happy ending, regardless if they deserve it or not. Only a few get it, and most of the times, these are the ones that least deserve it.

When we got home, after visiting my mother at work, I was forced to watch Oliver and Co with the little guy. Not that I payed any attention to the movie. I actually found my self trying to find her social media accounts. I search every platform, Instagram,snapchat even Facebook but i didn't find much. Maybe I was writing her name wrong. Before I had the chance to search again, Matteo came walking through the door. He seemed exhausted, a god knows what went down in that meeting.

Now you're probably wondering what the hell do you mean meeting? So let me explain.When me and Matteo moved out of our parent's house , we needed money, and as one does my brother found some guys that offered him job. No it wasn't drug dealing or human trafficking, he had to work at the "Ember", a cafe - bar downtown. It doesn't have the best reputation but, hey at least it's legal. When I turned 18, I also got a job there. That was 4 years ago. And yes, I am 22 and still a sophmore in college. What can I say, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed, this year though, I made a promise to myself. I'll pass this goddamn year. My brother threw his body next to mine on the couch, after messing with Mickey's hair.

"What you're looking for, huh? You seem awfully concentrated" I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic tone before answering

" trying to find this girl"

"Well, what's her name?"

"Grace Michealson" I answered bluntly.

For some reason, his eyes widened

" THE Grace Michealson" then it clicked, she was Davids little sister. How did I not realized sooner

"she's David's sister, isn't she?" I asked, knowing full well that she was

"No, Klaus's long lost daughter. Of course you idiot!" I run my hand over my face "fuck" I heard Matteo sighing

"What did you do?" he asked, sounding done with my shit

" I may or may not have pissed her off" His hand flew to the back of my head, hitting me, not hard enough to hurt me but just enough to say"you're one of the biggest assholes I've ever met"

"Anyways, my idiotic brother, this Saturday, party at Brooke Carter's sorority house . Wear something white. Got it?" He asked, whilst taking a beer out of the fridge "Yeah, yeah. I'm not that dumb" I said making him laugh. I just raised my middle finger to him before going to my room.I had to do something to get close to Grace, even if i get scalped by her brother.