Picture To Burn

Prolouge

I am a bitch.

I do flirt with guys.

I do smoke...sometimes.

Every girl in school hates me and I don't mind at all. I just really don't care. Because I have these two amazing bestfriends that accepts me for who I am and always there for me. They are the only person who knows what I've been through.

Clarisse. She is the most beautiful, the most respectful, and the second most popular girl in the campus. She's exactly my opposite. She is the good girl type who is so inlove with her ex. And she admits that it's her fault why their love story didn't work out.

Dylan. He is the most handsome guy in the campus. The captain of the basketball team in our school. He is the boy-next-door type of guy. Everyone's ideal man. And my ideal guy...bestfriend.

By the way I'm Adrea Louisse Adriano. The most popular girl in the campus. Having a lot of haters is also a fame. I am the campus bitch. Well others think that I am a slut but I am not. I just really love to playing guys... well heart? Maybe for others cause most of the guys are heartless. But what I really love the most is stepping their egos and that's what makes me satisfied.

I am the playgirl who was willing to change for this certain guy. I was willing to be that 'girl' for her. The girl that I used to be. Cause it's like he melted the ice that had covered my heart for a long time.

I almost change for him...almost. it's just I found out that he just used me. I sure do got hurt and hurting, still.

I'm not like the typical girl who'll revenge for what he did to me. I am an egomaniac type of person. I can set him free and tell him that I just played him. But I will never admit that I got hurt...so much.

I am now like a rose between two thorns. But I know what should I do. Even if it will break my heart into pieces.

Besides, he's just a picture to burn.

I can move on and stay as the campus bitch. I wish I can.

All my schoolmates thought that I really played him and not the other way around. Dylan was the only one who knows what's the thruth.

And for the first time. I cared of the way people thinks I am. Bacause before I don't care at all. But now it seems like I too, believe that what they think of me is what I really am. And for the first time I knew how to...

feel being unwanted.