The Broken Hearts Society

Chapter One

 I scrolled through my phone, the light illuminating my face in the pitch black darkness of my bedroom, the cold wind brushing my uncovered legs from the open window on the opposite wall, hurt piercing my heart.

I don't get it, truly I don't.

It was supposed to be him hurt, or actually it was supposed to be no one hurt. It was supposed to be a relationship ending but remaining friends. And it was, for a little while. But then we came back for the 10th grade and everything changed.

I don't understand why it's now that I'm feeling everything. Maybe it's built up from the passing years, from emotion I wouldn't let through because I didn't want to be hurt by him. But eventually it just burst.

Suddenly I began to scroll through our old messages, the pictures of us, the notes that he had left for me. Suddenly I was following him on Instagram, and unblocking him on my phone. Suddenly I was crying at night at thoughts about him.

Suddenly, I gave a shit about how he was and who he was with. And it physically stung. I didn't like it, the way it felt, to be hurt by him. Because in reality, me being hurt by him was way worse than the others and for good reason.

The other girls had been hurt purposefully, he had wanted to cause them emotional harm. But not me. No. He, as far as it was then, wanted to be with me. Wanted me. He had unintentionally hurt me, and when he discovered it all those days ago that stupid smirk of his perfectly straight teeth that were not fucking straight before shining I wanted to kill him. I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me, and all those poor girls after me.

So as I scrolled through all his posts my heart ached at how many different girls there were. Some of the earliest: Riley Stein, Chloe Foster and Jasmine Young to some of the most recent: Kehlani Sung, Summer Shrine, and Peyton Rose.

The way they smiled- the way HE smiled - hurt me. He never posted me on his instagram, ever. Though it hadn't mattered to me then it sure as hell mattered to me now. And I don't even know why!

Frustratingly I scrolled farther down up until the point of his first photo and when I saw it I let out a cackled broken laugh. It was a photo from before he and I had been dating, and oh, would you look at that, the afterwards of it had no photos of me, or anything relatively related to me.

Now that fucking stung.

You know what else stung?

I haven't dated since I dated him. Not a single soul. It's like with him he took my heart and my ability to lov-LIKE. My ability to like. Sad, right?

But then as I stared at the photos of Iris Clourent an idea sparked in my mind.

I could bet on everything that Iris hated him with a passion, she had to, she gave everything to him, just as I did, and he had intended for it to all go to flames. He had wanted her to cry in the bathroom of that party. He had wanted for those girls to go into the bathroom and capture photos of her mascara soaked cheeks.

God damn it he had planned that.

So as the idea grew in my head, I knew exactly who to call first.

I exited his page faster than lightning before typing in 'Iris Eloise' into the small search bar, her profile popping up at the top of the list, a picture of her face half covered by a flower sun hat in the small circle.

She was pretty, I've got to give him that. With her long wavy blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. 

But I didn't give much time to the thoughts of her appearance though before clicking on her DM's to send her a message: Hey, can we talk tmr at school? Library, 3pm.

She responded in no time at all sending nothing but three words: See you there.

And my heart burned with, not hurt, but a feeling of...accomplishment?

Because this was no silly school girl prank, no this would be a thought out plan of how to hurt Cade fucking Levi where it hurts.

No, this would be a schoolgirl heist. One that, once each and every girl that he had touched heard, would be in it to win it.

I could feel it. Deep in my bones I could feel it. The sense of need that was inside me, I knew they had it too. Knew they felt the need to get back at him. Because, don't we all?

If someone hurts you, isn't the first reaction to hurt them back?

It's just a normal human reflex is it not?

I think it is, which is precisely why for the rest of the night I wrote into my black and white composition notebook under the dimmed light of the lamp on my bedside table planning exactly every move out.

I knew him better than he could even begin to guess I did, he may have forgotten about me and each and every little detail about ME but I could NEVER forget him, not even if I wanted to, so I decided to use that to my advantage.

He was a jealous, possessive jerk, who liked things that gave into him. That wouldn't back away from him, just like Adaline Caldoni. We would indefinitely need her, actually we would need ALL of them. Each and everyone one of them. But first I would need to get Iris on board. Because with her, they would all follow. Because they don't know why I would even be hurt seeing as I broke up with him, but her?

Oh if I get her they'll come along.

So, under the lamp light, my feathered pen tracing the lines of the notebook, I began to write out and practice just what I would say to Iris Eloise Clourent. I rehearsed what I had written testing different tactics of persuasion in the mirror debating which may be the most successful.

And when I finally decided on which I should choose I smiled to myself and was finally able to end the night with good sleep, and thoughts that made me smile and not cry.

I was able to fall asleep knowing that the next day could be the beginning of a piece of a puzzle that would end with Cade Levi ending up with a broken heart from none other than the girl with the broken hearts caused by him.

Wouldn't that be fun?

To Add him to The Broken Hearts Society while we pulled ourselves outside of it?

I think it would be.