Cinnamon Girl (Keiji Akaashi Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

I.

Yuka.

This story sucks.

The funny thing about people, I smirked wryly, is they all think they're the shit.

Princess_Shintar probably thought that she's giving me the best critic of my life when I might as well be providing an essay as to why hers (if I'm an asshole) sucked ass when I visited her profile. She's been popping into my notifications for the past few days, obviously trying to seek attention from my readers. Apparently, being my number one fan is listed on her bucket list.

This doesn't even happen in real life. She comments more.

Duh. It's fiction.

"Hey, are you even listening?" My soon-to-be ex-boyfriend tapped the table to obtain my attention. His name isn't even worthy to be mentioned in this story.

I locked my phone then lazily slumped on my seat. "Yeah. What is it again?"

He shook his head, clearly in disbelief.

"I just caught you kissing another guy and this is how you react? You're not even going to explain?"

"That what?" I stared at him dead in the face. "I just did this latest trend with my friend. You even did it with Chie-chan!" I grinned.

That apparently caught him off-guard. I know he will deny it so I searched through my gallery for the evidence then showed it to him.

"I thought that kissing your friend is a trend nowadays!" I chuckled.

To say that he's mad is an understatement. He's only seconds away from going berserk. I smirked when his face contorted into a glare.

"You're such a bitch." He spat.

I grinned. "I've been called worse, darling."

What does everyone expect now? For me to cry? Plead? Does he expect me to explain and beg not to break up with him? With props of tears streaming down my face? Would I be really that kind of a saint to feed his ego? Nah. I'll pass.

He stood up, indicating the end of our conversation... and also our two month relationship. But before he left, he turned around to say, "It's no wonder I fell out of love. You are nowhere near Chie, Yuka."

"Aw, is that supposed to hurt me, dear? I never even loved you to begin with." I smiled sweetly.

His eyes morphed with hurt for a second before he masked it off with a glare. I almost felt sorry for him.

"You have issues," He countered, shaking his head as if disappointed.

How many times have I heard guys say that? 'You have issues, Yuka.' 'You need help, Yuka.' If I had a yen every time I was told that, I would have been rich by now. And now that I think about it, maybe it's true. Maybe I need Dr. Phil to psychoanalyze me or something and tell me why I couldn't take relationships seriously. Love? Meh. Not worth it. I'd give it a year and they'll break up, too.

I mean, love is good. Heck, I'm a romance author. I write sappy love stories for a living. But love should come along with safety. Love is trust. Love is freedom... which a lot of people fail to honor. Love is not for everyone. Including me.

Nevertheless, I like love. I like it to the point that it has become such a drag. So what would be a good thing to do with things that are a drag? Spice it up. Like what I do. Have fun.

Am I a sad, cruel, stuck-up bitch for doing that to people who are hungry for love? Yes, absolutely. I wouldn't even pretend that I'm a good person. I like the attention, the thrill, the chase and the games. And being attractive just made it all so easy.