The Perks of Being a Heartbreaker

Toys

Chapter One

Life is so dull. It's been such a bore.

I mean, for a seventeen year old girl, I don't have anything interesting that would actually make me jump up and down with excitement. Especially with the SAT, ACT, and other things I need to do for my life after high school...and those don't really make me happy.

But school has it perks. Personally, it's been like my playground lately.

Everyday there would always be a new toy for me to play with. And by toy, I mean some useless horny guy that would come running to me like a puppy.

Of course, I would always play with the toys I have to keep me entertained. But sometimes, when you play with your toy for too long, it will get boring. So what do you do?

You simply throw it away and get a new toy. That's what I do.

Sometimes I would be generous enough to give my used toys to some girls that were practically begging to play with my used toys. Idiots.

Don't those girls ever learn? Put your heart on your sleeve, and it will be easily torn when played.

Sometimes I'm grateful I'm not like them, at least, not anymore. I learned the hard way that it's more fun to be a heartbreaker than the brokenhearted girl.

As I was thinking about this, I headed to my art class. It's the first class for today, but then suddenly someone pulled me to the side.

"What the hell!" I shouted at the guy that pulled me. He looks familiar. Was he my toy for last Friday? Can't remember.

"Why didn't you call me? You said you would call me. And when I called the number you gave me, some random old guy picked up!" He replied loudly, but in a way that only the two of us can hear.

"Did I say that? Sorry. I think I lost your number. And are you sure? Maybe you missed a digit when you called me." I told him sweetly, feigning innocence.

At first he looks at my like I'm insane, but then he sighed and said, "It's cool, forget the damn number. Maybe I did miss a digit. Let's just meet up after school ok?" He then started to smile sweetly while lowering his head to trail light kisses on my neck.

I rolled my eyes. Great, another clingy one. This will get annoying.

I pushed him away, then said, "Sorry. It was fun while it lasted. But that was good bye. Use that brain of yours. I gave you a fake number. I didn't call you. What does that mean? You were just the flavor of the day. So scram. Don't talk to me again."

Not even caring about his reply I started to continue to head towards art class. Which I know that I am bound to be late.

"Where the hell are you going bitch?!" He yelled at me, but he didn't chase after me.

"Class. You should do the same too. You could use the education." And as I replied, I turned left and kept on walking.

I heard no reply, and I don't really care. But I'm pretty sure he's currently cursing me. And whoever heard us will undoubtedly think I'm quite the bitchy slut. But I never did care what others think of me anymore.

After awhile, I stop in front of my art class. I knocked and I went in after hearing Ms. Porterson's voice saying, "Come in!"

As I entered the class, I see the new model for our sketch project is a guy.

An unsmiling guy that's practically naked, except for the white cloth that covers his private parts. Did I mention he's sexy?

I licked my lips.

I think I just found my flavor of the day, or he can maybe be my flavor of the week. But I never saw him before. I'm pretty sure if I have I would've remembered. Maybe he's a new student?

"Late as always Miss Dammen! Go to your seat and start on the sketch! Our new sketch model for this current project is Kellan Khrysler. He's a new transfer student." Ms. Poterson said.

I swear I thought I was going to die from not breathing. KHRYSLER?!

That name is just like Chrysler, the only difference is the K and the C. That's....I'm just overthinking this.

I kept my cool, not even bothering to reply Ms. Poterson, as I sat down on an empty seat and I started my sketch.

My mind is just all over the place. I am so torn right now. I haven't thought about Cameron or Titianna in months.

I mean, we see each other, but we never talked. Not anymore.

And I have a feeling that it will all change soon. That I will start seeing them more often, and that I will start talking to them.

And I have a feeling it's because of the Kellan. Although I hope I am wrong about all of this.

After sketching and trying my best not too break my pencil from all my anxiousness, art class was finish. But my sketch wasn't. Shit.

"Ok class, you're dismissed. Please submit your sketch to me before you leave." Ms. Poterson said as the bell finished ringing, signalling the end of our class.

"I'm not done with my sketch." I told Ms. Poterson as I showed her my unfinished sketch.

She looked at my sketch and sighed. "Look Bree, you used to be my best student. And you're still my best student. But within this year you changed. Don't think I didn't notice, and your grades are falling for arts. So I'm going to give you a chance. I'll give you until this week to finish this. Go find Kellan. Tell him I told you to." Ms. Poterson said as she smiled at me.

"Thank you Ms. Poterson." I said as I went out.

I can't have my grades falling in art class. That's the easiest class I'm taking.

I have to find Kellan.

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**A/N :

Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think.

Won't update unless I have 10+ reads for this chapter.

Suggest me who can be the cast for this story? ;)

Anyone want to be my beta or like co-author for this story? :)
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EDITED ON MAY 9, 2015.