The Deal

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I was walking in the hallway of the early morning of November 7th when I heard the dreadful scream. It was like I was watching a horror movie, and someone was dying. I could feel my ears pop with how load the scream was, and it threw my heart into overload.

I knew what the scream was about even as all the other students in the hallway stared at me in horror as if it was all my fault. Maybe it was though? I smiled at the idea.

He had done it again.

It had been five times already this week. five different girls, and five different broken hearts not that I really cared about the girls he had hurt. it was their fault for being with him in the first place. They knew what he was like, and yet they all still wanted to be with him. Thinking they could change him, and that was as much use as trying to train a old dog new tricks. It is difficult.

I sighed, and looked around noticing there were a few students glaring at me. No way to deny that they knew what had happened, or rather knew what was happening. It was like this every month, and every single day. A new girl, and another broken heart. Wonder what he did to this one.

Smiling I rounded the corner in time to see a young girl about my age crying her eyes out with her friends. She was a pretty young girl with green eyes and bright red hair. Of course she had died her hair a few days ago thinking it would solve everything with the boy who broke her heart. It was his favorite color.

Listening I could hear her talking loudly to her friends.

"He broke up with me," She cried, "All for a bet!."

Her friends were a bit harder to hear though but still loud enough, "A bet!" One of them screamed in anger, while the other friend asked a bit more calmly but still with anger in her voice, "With who?"

That is when the young girl looked around the hallway until she found me. It was like she knew I would be there, watching and waiting. When she found me she burst into more tears while her friends followed her gaze and glared. I smiled.

I guess in a way you could understand why they were glaring at me. I was the reason to why their best friend was in tears. Or rather the best reason they could think of. They never actually thought about how she was the actual reason to the problem. Maybe she shouldn't have spread her legs for him within a day of dating him. Shrugging it off, and walking down the hallway loving the sound of my new black six inch stilettos clicking against the floor as I walked. No one said a word as I passed them all, instead they just stared at me.

It was yet another thing I loved about this school. They were all to afraid to say anything or do anything but glare at me. My sisters would tell me that I would regret it one day, but i would never believe it. It was just never important to me anymore.

 Passing the crying red head I smiled and rounded the second corner in the school. As I did so I heard some loud kissing noise and banging against lockers. Not one person even stared at the two horny teenagers against the lockers kissing. They all just ignored it and kept walking to their next class. I on the other hand did notice it. it was him. The one who had broken the other girls heart for a bet. A bet with me. I mentally laughed and kept walking.

As I walked down the hallway listening to the sound of my high heals he looked up over to me holding up five fingers to tell me just how many girls he had broke up with, and ultimately how many girls he had sleep with for this bet. I nodded and held up three fingers showing him I had slept with three different guys but mentally thought, 'What would he say if I told him that I had slept with one guy four times already?' I smiled, What could I say the guy was a good lay, and I would have to talk to him later about if sleeping with the same person again, again counted. Of course I would be nice enough and wait until he was done kissing his next victim.