How To Be A Heartbreaker

5• How To Glue Your Hands Together

❥Chapter 5❥

I want to dedicate this to michaelssweaterpaw because-

A- she's my best friend
B- she's writing a fantastic book about me called 'Gender Swap'
C- she made that really cool poster to the side

LOVE YOU HOLLY

❥

"I swear if you do that again you'll wake up without balls!" I tell Miles as he dipped me then dropped me. He laughed as he helped me up.

"Okay, okay I am sorry, you know I can't dance." He chuckled but sighed at the end. He grabbed my waist tighter then the last time and breathed out slowly.

I grabbed his shoulders tighter, afraid of falling again. This time he went slower when lowering me. We executed the dip perfectly. Miles held me in the dip for a moment while we stared at each other's face. I have no clue why but we just stood there looking into each other's eyes- frozen. I looked all around his face, at his sharp features and squishy cheeks. He looked back at my face breathing heavily, peppermint filling my nostrils. I noticed his gaze linger on my lips for a little too long.

"Okay good." I said and stood up letting go. He still didn't talk just stared at me. "We will go over the waltz one more time then you're good for the banquet." The banquet was on Sunday and it was currently Friday night. I smiled and he still didn't say anything.

"Miles?" I said waving my hand in front of his face.

"You look really familiar, like I've seen you before you moved here. But it doesn't make sense." He said quizzically staring harder at my face. My breath hitched in my throat.

"I don't have a unique face. It's like a lot of peoples." I said shrugging hoping he'd drop the subject. My palms started to swear and I got really nervous.

"Mhm." He murmured and I looked away. He really need to stop.

"Miles what your biggest regret?" I sat on his bed and looked at him. He sat beside me and thought for a second.

"I don't have any." He said. That felt like a stab to the stomach. He doesn't feel the least bit bad about it. Maybe he doesn't remember? I decided to make him remember by making up a similar story.

"When I was in elementary there was this guy who was bigger, and one time I called him a whale, I felt really bad and apologized." I said even though I never did. I just thought this would bring back memories.

"Oh ya I do have one." He said and I nodded to encourage him. "When I was younger there was a girl that went to my school.." He paused.

"I had a slight crush on her, so I did what every immature little boy did when they liked someone; I teased her." He breathed in deeply pain evident in his eyes. "She was so pretty, but then she gained weight, a lot. I really didn't care I still thought she was beautiful. But after my bit of teasing everyone started to bully her. I guess you could say I was popular and people followed what I did, heck they do now. But even though I stopped teasing her everyone still bullied her. She had a couple friends but not many."

I could see his eyes beginning to water but he blinked it back. "And then I got pressured into bullying her. Looking back on it now, I feel so shitty because she was so nice and I don't know why I ever did. Then halfway through grade 9 the bullying got worse and she left. She just left, I didn't even get to apologize, and it haunts me that I fucked up that girls life."

Miles had one tear stream down his face and I wiped it away. Hell I wanted to bawl my eyes out. He did fuck up my life, but I didn't know he had a crush on me. I was flattered yet disgusted, he picked on my because he liked me? And that led to all the bullying. I felt this churning feeling in my stomach at the thought about breaking his heart.