Where Broken Hearts Go // EDITED

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Izzy Newman

"What do you mean by 'this is where broken hearts go'?" I questioned him.

"This is the Broken Hearts Club. Everybody here has a broken heart and a reason for it. We come here to vent out our feelings and frustrations in life. We try to help fix each other's hearts, or at least make life a little easier." Ashton explains.

"So, you brought me here because I just got my heart broken."

"Exactly. Well, um, I guess I should introduce you to the rest of the members."

"Hey Ash, who's this?" A girl with wavy brown hair asked while sitting on the lap of a handsome boy, playing with dark curls. He had several moles lining his cheeks. He had deep brown eyes, contrasting her light ones.

"Brianna, everyone, this is Isabel. I just met her at school this morning." I waved with a slight smile as Ashton introduced me.

"You guys can call me Izzy." I said a bit nervously.

"We've both got glasses, awesome! We are totally twinning." A girl with straight brown hair and olive skin said, which made me feel a bit more comfortable.

"So, Izzy, what's your story?" A taller girl who looked slightly tense asked me, frizzy curls and coils framing her oval face.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean why are you broken hearted. That's the requirement to be in this club." The girl rolled her eyes at me in annoyance.

"Oh, well my boyfriend just broke up with me so he could date my best friend. Sorry, my ex-boyfriend and my ex-best friend." I nervously corrected myself as I told these complete strangers the cause of my recent heartbreak.

"That guy must be a total douche." A boy with untamed light blonde hair said, while slouching in his seat.

"So, if you guys don't mind me asking, why are you all broken hearted?" I ask while sitting down on a comfy green bean bag.

"We should go down the line, so I'll start." A boy with quiffed blonde hair said. "I'm actually blind in my left eye so I squint a lot and get words confused. I can't really afford prescription glasses right now, so I get bullied whenever I get things mixed up."

"I'm so sorry, that's awful! You shouldn't get bullied for that. I have vision problems too. I don't just wear these glasses for fashion." I giggled, which made him laugh a little bit.

"So what's your name?" 

"Hemmatron."

"Tell her your real name, dumbass." The boy with the girl sitting on his lap said.

"Fine, I'm Luke."

"Nice to meet you Luke. I love your hair by the way. That quiff is on fleek."

"Haha, thanks. You know-"

"I'm Michael Gordon Clifford." The boy with the messy blonde hair said proudly before Luke could complete his sentence.

I quickly threw a hand over my mouth as I struggled to stifle a laugh. His middle name is Gordon?

"Mikey I wasn't finished-"

"Shut up Luke."

"They have a love-hate relationship." Ashton told me.

"Mostly hate, as you can tell." The girl with glasses like mine said.

"Even though it seems like he hates him, if someone messes with Luke, Michael will definitely beat the shit out of them." The girl sitting on the dark haired boy's lap said.