How To Be A Heartbreaker

Five

Grace

The whole week Dario was trying to approach me. I did everything in my power to avoid him but he was always there, wanting to talk to talk to me. It was beyond annoying at this point. And why on earth does he want to speak to me, what is it that he wants to tell me exactly? I just want him to leave me the fuck alone, is that too much to ask? Saying I can't stand him, would be and understatement. Dario Hart is insufferable.

At Thursday, I was at the library studying, as one does, with my headphones on full blast so I can studying math at peace but of course, lady luck was not on my side. You'd never guess who walked in. Drum roll please, Dario fucking Hart, ladies and gentleman. The fact that he waltzed in as if he owned the place , even though he has never been here before, pissed me off. Well, to be fair his whole presence did but, I thought if I ignored him he wouldn't notice I'm here. Maybe he came to pick up a book to read. Oh, who am I kidding, he's coming towards me, his smirk never leaving his lips.

God, I hate that stupid smirk

He sat beside me, his stare never leaving the side of my skull, but I ignored it - as best as I could at least - and continued to solve math equations. After a few moments, I felt a tap on my shoulder, then another, and another until I had enough " what the fuck is your problem?" I whispered-yelled at him, a chuckle rising from his chest "just like seeing you all worked up, sweetheart. It's pretty hot" he whispered close to my ear. I felt the heat rising to my neck up to my cheeks and I'm sure he saw it cause I heard his annoying laughter once again "See, I was right. And I'm almost 100% sure you like it as well" I wanted to punch him so bad, but I couldn't risk more drama to occur under my name.

I decided not to answer to him, so I started gathering my stuff but he grasp my wrist stopping me from putting notebook in my bag " Look, Gracie, I'm sorry about what happened." Now it was my time to laugh "Hah, really? Well, guess what. I don't give a fucking rat's ass if you're sorry or not. Now leave me alone."

I tried to rip my hand of his hold but he was stronger "come on, wait. Please." he said. He looks so much like him, he had that look, he asked the same thing and was holding my hand the same way. The hand that now has healed scars on it. My throat was closing and my palms were sweaty. I couldn't breath. The room started to spin as I tried to take deep breaths. My eyes couldn't focus whilst my ears started ringing.

I heard his voice "Grace, Grace you okay?" it was faint, as if he was in a great distance, even though he was right beside me, my arm still in his hand. When was he going to understand. I wish i could speak and tell him that this was what was causing this, his harmless gesture. I think he understood what happened and let my wrist go but it was to late. I had already started to shake, not understanding what was happening around me.Flashbacks from that night came flooding back to my head. His pleading, the deed, the camera, my screams muffled by his palm as he had a smug smile on his face, the bed i was left when it was over with my clothes scattered around me.

Someone must had gotten my brother here cause the next voice I heard was his "Hey, Gracie it's okay. It's me, Dave. You're okay." He continued to whisper that I'm okay as he tucked my head under his chin. He always did that when I was upset, it calmed me down. As it did now, my breath evened out, yet I still had his blazer in my fists, holding onto it as if my life depended on it. When I looked up, I saw Dario's pale face. He seemed terrified and sorry. It wasn't his fault, he didn't know but I didn't have the strength to tell him that. Not now at least, maybe tomorrow. He seemed so different like this, as if he actually cared for someone other than himself, which I doubt is true. Maybe he thought I was scared of him. If he was, good, he'll finally leave me alone. Before me and David got out of there I heard him mutter "Sorry" it sounded like he meant it, I don't think he did though. He's just like him. An narcissistic bastard.

My brother took me to his car, asking if I was alright the whole time. All I could do is nod, even though I wasn't sure myself. Was I okay? Would I ever be okay? Now that is a question for the ages. How does one wash away bad experience, bad memories? It doesn't matter how many showers you take, they still linger, possibly forever. For the rest of the day I didn't utter a word. I just stayed in my room replaying what had happened in the library. Maybe Dario was sincerely sorry, maybe not. After my breakdown I doubt that I'll ever find out. Let's hope is for the best. David said it's a bad idea to befriend any of the Hart's. Something had happened between him and Matteo, i think his name is, but I can't remember what it was. I think I was in middle school, but to be fair everything before 8th grade is kind of a blur. Except mom's passing that is. That date will be imprinted in my memory till the day that I die and that scares me.