The break up plan ✰ h.s

Chapter 1

I believe that everyone has a talent. The way I figured it, we all have something special about us that creates our future. You might get really lucky and be able to join a famous football team. Become a scientist, win the Oscar for the best actor (which unfortunately Leonardo DiCaprio hasn't achieved yet although he does deserve it), or even land in first place on the X-Factor that creates your singing career. Or maybe it can be something really simple like being good at solving puzzles. But my talent is quiet different.

My talent is breaking up with people.

Weird, yes. Boring, no.

If a person (both girls and boys) wants to break up with someone but doesn't know how to do it without hurting their feelings, they call me and I can do it for them. What they don't realize is that getting another person to do it for them is probably worse than them doing it by themselves...

Anyways, I've had the opportunities to break up with people that belong to the popular clique, geeks, jerks, emos and pretty much everyone. To be honest, it's awesome. Especially when the popular girls get all bitchy and angry. It just makes my day, as weird as that sounds. Though I try to disappear before they start blaming me for the breakup. Then things start to get ugly.

Like how the hell was I supposed to know if their boyfriend's parents didn't approve of their bratty nature and big spender ways? It's their fault to sneer at Primark but drool at the sight of a Louis Vuitton bag and then demand that their boyfriends buy it for them. Gold digger much?

So to sum things up I'm like a cupid. Just the opposite of the usual cupid everybody knows. I'm the breakup cupid, the one who destroys love and increases heartbreaks. Not something to be proud of, but the possibility of a person finding their real soul mate and someone they so deeply love that the thought of being with someone else is one of their biggest nightmares is close to none. Wouldn't you rather want to be single than to be with someone who doesn't really care?

The previous month hadn't been really busy for me -which wasn't strange because I was rarely busy at breaking up with someone- but two day's before I had gotten the hardest task in my so-called-career.

Julie Birch, a semi popular girl in my school had been dating the school's bad boy, Harry Styles for at least a year but for some reason she wanted to end the relationship. She didn't want to face him when she told him it was over and she didn't want to seem like a complete bitch by texting him (which unfortunately for her, she already was).

So of course she called me. The only problem with all of this was that I had been extremely afraid of Harry ever since a year before when he was dragged down the school's hallway by the police. And they almost ran me down. It was one of the most uncomfortable experiences I have ever gone through and I've broken up with a guy that kept eating his booger and smelling his fingers while I had to break the not-so-exciting news to him.

I'm still trying to figure out how that guy managed to get a girlfriend in the first place.

I hope they didn't kiss. I bet he tastes like booger.

Gross.

So like I was saying my new task was to break up with the guy I had been trying to avoid for so long. Not really what I wished for but I had never not-managed to break up with someone and I had a reputation to hold. Not that I had the best reputation ever, a lot of people didn't really like what I did. Most of them hated me actually.

Not that I was surprised. Who would like a girl that their girlfriend/boyfriend hired to break up with them?

Not me.

But my task was to break up with Harry as soon as possible (which meant within a weeks in Julie's world) otherwise I would lose my 'costumers'. And because my 'costumers' payed me, I didn't want to lose them; I need the money to buy a Zac Efron cutout.