Little Heartbreaker(On Hold)

Chapter Two

"Okay, so the first thing we need to do is turn you into someone he wants." Anna said sitting in front of me.

"How do we do that?" I asked running my fingers through my hair. She promised it wouldn't be a makeover makeover, but here I was sitting in front of multiple hair and makeup products.

"I think we should start with hair." She said picking up a box of brown hair dye.

"Um, no." I said playfully smacking the box out of her hand. "What's wrong with my pink hair?" I ask pulling a strand up to her eyes.

"Nothing, it's lovely. Dawson just prefers more natural girls." She said searching through her bag of makeup. I looked around at all of the makeup surrounding me.

"Yeah... Natural." She laughed and shook her head.

"You'll love it, I promise." She said picking up different things, foundation, eyeshadow, hair dye, etc.

"Don't you think that maybe... We could get him to like me without all the makeup and hair and clothing and-" I trail off, figuring that she got the idea. It's not that I didn't like makeup, quite the opposite. I loved makeup, but Anna's makeup was... A bit out there with bright, vivid colors.

"We could I just.... Want to give you an aesthetic." She said glancing at me. "Badass goth chick?" She asked with a smile looking into her bag.

"Anna," I started gently taking the bag for her hand, "I don't want to change myself for Dawson, especially if he means nothing to me. I understand what you're trying to accomplish but there has to be a better way to go about this. And if he doesn't fall for me we can figure out another way to get back at him. You know what I mean?" She nodded before putting the makeup items she dug out back into her bag.

"You're right, Harley." She looked up at me and smiled. "Besides, you're beautiful. He'll be crazy not to fall for you." I looked into her small compact and smiled at her words. Brown eyes and frizzy pink hair... Dawson was crazy, but certainly not crazy enough to fall in love with me. But, with Anna by my side I knew our plan would work to some capacity. It just had to.

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The next week at school and Dawson and Isabella were all anyone could talk about. Some people knew the truth, that he cheated on Anna with Isabella at Asiano's Grill, and others spread rumors saying Dawson knocked her up or that she gave him an STD, the works. I knew today was the day me and Anna would put our plan into action and I was terrified.

I figured that I knew Dawson's type and I was not it. He preferred girly girls who wore flower crowns and flowy dresses, meanwhile I wore brown crop tops and ripped denim shorts that stopped above mid-thigh. He liked good girls, and while I wasn't a leather jacket, cigarette smoking, motorcycle chick I wasn't a peace sign, daisy chain kind of girl either. I heard he liked dating good girls because they were innocent and cute and polite. That and he had this thing with turning them into rebels and rule breakers. I remembered Anna telling me it was his guilty pleasure. I also remember cringing at that fact.

Dawson was a character. He was kind and helpful and funny but also a huge asshole with an ego the size of Alaska, he was too gorgeous for his own good with ashy blonde hair that swooped just over his forehead and bright blue eyes that I always seemed to get lost in whenever he asked me a question in biology. But as gorgeous as he was, he knew it too. He always assumed everyone loved him and was utterly shocked if told differently.

"Ready?" Anna asked linking her arm with mine.

"Ha, no." I replied. Today was the beginning of our oh so great plan and to say I was unenthusiastic was an understatement. I was terrified. 'How could I have expected our plan to work?' I thought to myself as we neared closer and closer to Dawson's locker and the beginning of phase one.

We had thought up phase one earlier this morning, Anna would drop me off near Dawson's locker as he grabbed his books for fourth period while our friend Sammy would accidentally trip me thus gaining Dawson's attention and allowing me to make the first move. Anna thought it was a fool proof plan but I thought it was, well, stupid. I mean why couldn't I just go up and talk to him? It's not like we were total strangers, he had dated my best friend for a year.

"Alright," she started breaking away from me, "go get him, tiger." And then she was off to her period four class... And I remembered something very important... Sammy hadn't been in school today.

"Shit!" I said to myself turning to go find Anna. But, what I didn't know is that Dawson was right behind me. As soon as I turned my back we crashed together sending both of our books flying.

"Oh, fuck, Harley, I'm so sorry." He said bending down to pick up my books. I kneeled in front of him and started collecting random papers that flew out of his arms.

"It's okay, Dawson. Don't worry." I said grabbing up books and papers, not really keeping track of whose papers were whose.

"So um," he said standing up, "oh, here, let me help you." He finished grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet.

"Thanks." I said as we tried to figure out what belonged to whom. As soon as we got it all figured out, for the most part, I began to walk away.

"Wait, Harley!" Dawson called out to me.

"Yes?" I turned facing him.

"Is... Is Anna doing okay?" How dare he ask such a question! He knew he hurt her, he knew what he did was wrong! How dare he even think to ask me this question.

I found myself instantly becoming defensive as I hugged my books closer to my body. "She's fine. She just hates your guts." I answered venom dripping from my voice.

"I figured... Tell her that... I'm sorry." He said looking down and running his fingers through his hair.

"Why don't you tell her?"

"I'm scared."

"And rightly so." I turned my back on him and starting walking away when I heard someone running up beside me.

"You know what I just realized? I dated your best friend for a year but we've never held a conversation before." He said looking me up and down.

"Not true. We had a whole debate on if the Walking Dead video games were better than the tv show. I said yes, you said no. Plus, I had at least four conversations with you on polynomials in Geometry." God, why won't he go the fuck away? I mean, sure, I was supposed to be wooing him but he was acting really stupid today.

"Oh...yeah. I'm surprised you remember those." He said looking away from me.

"Isn't your class on the other side of school? U. S. Cultures 2 with Miss Brigs?" I asked trying to get him away from me.

"Yeah, but she won't notice if I'm not there." He said flashing me his knee buckling grin.

"Ah. You can just get away with everything, can't you?" I asked as I stopped at my locker. The bell signifying the end of the break between classes rang and I swore under my breath. "Fuck, I'm late." I said slamming my locker shut and taking off in the other direction.

"Don't you have chorus with Mrs. Andrews?"

"Yeah, so?"

"She won't care if you're late!"

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him. "It's not whether or not she cares. It's the principal of the thing. I hate being late for anything. And talking to you just makes me even more late!" And with that I turned and ran off, leaving Dawson alone in the middle of the hallway.

A/N-Hey all! So I had an idea that instead of updating this every Friday I would have two stories up and update Little Heartbreaker every other week. That way I have more time to work on this story. If that's a bad idea let me know and I'll try to change it. I just want this story to be as good as it can be for you guys. And a huge shoutout to Savvypink for the wonderful banner!
Xoxo, Hailey