The fifth was a forced crush. I thought it was only proper to like him because of what my friends said. They said we'd be a nice couple and I believed them.
We flirted back and forth for a while before I finally confessed, never getting a confession back. Which was only obvious, because it turned out he was using me to get to one of my friends.
His logic was no better than mine with the second boy. It seemed that he thought if he could break my heart, he would be able to get into hers. He used me as a tool in his little mission to win over another girl.
He eventually got what was coming to him, which was the said girl breaking his heart two times over. That, along with friendship, is what made me eventually find it in my fragile heart to forgive him.
But he did leave a scar. For now there is only a scar of a barely healed wound of where my trust used to abide.
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Seven Boys of Bad Luck
Short Storyall I did was break a mirror and rather than seven years of bad luck, I ended up with seven boys of horrible fortune. [true story]
