Hey Mr. Player, Can I Break Your heart?

Prologue

Yes this is ANOTHER verison of how to loose a guy in ten days...so don't be lik omg ur riping off how to loose a guy in ten days cuz i aint :))

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Alana’s POV

"Tell me again," I demanded. "Why did he break up with you?" I was in one of the bathroom stalls at school, trying to comfort my best friend who had just got dumped- again! And now she was sitting on a toilet, crying her heart out, instead of being in Spanish class. Keira blew her nose on the toilet paper one last time before looking up. It had to be said she looked horrible: her makeup was smeared all over her face; her mascara was running from all the crying; her eyes were red and puffy and her hair was absolutely everywhere from burying her head in her hands.

"He said I was too clingy," she cried. "I mean, you can't be too clingy." She went back to blowing her nose on the toilet paper. 

"Actually you can," I corrected. Gosh, didn't she know this! She looked up again, narrowing her eyes at me. I raised my hands up in defence, I was only telling the truth.

She sighed. "What am I supposed to do?" Keira asked, defeated. "Every guy just dumps me." She looked literally heartbroken. I slipped an arm around her shaking shoulders, trying to comfort her.

"That's not true," I comforted, trying to think of a guy who hadn't dumped her. I came up short.

"Yes?" she pressed.

"Never mind that, you just have to look in the right place." I encouraged her with a smile.

"No. I'm done with guys," she protested firmly.

"Are you turning lesbian?" I asked, shocked. She ignored the question. I’m guessing that was a ‘no then…

"You don't know what it feels like to get dumped," she sighed. “It’s absolutely horrible!”

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "I've gotten dumped plenty of times."

"No you haven't," she argued. "You're gorgeous, smart and funny. Anyway, who can resist that sexy British accent of yours?" I took my arm back from around her shoulder and stood up straight.

"You're wrong," I disagreed.

"Name one time you've been dumped." She smiled smugly, waiting.

Hmm, I thought about it. I'd been on plenty of dates and dated plenty of guys, but I'd always been the one to dump them. I sighed.

"Okay, maybe I haven't been dumped before." I admitted.

"Exactly," she wept. "Boys have cooties anyways." She said sourly, looking distraught. I chuckled at Keira’s behaviour.

"Oh please! If any girl acts the way you do, no matter who they were, they would get dumped." I protested defensively.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked protectively. I sighed again.

"Remember when you were dating Mike?" She nodded. "You called him at one o'clock in the morning to tell him about your day." I stated bluntly.

"I thought he would care what type of day his girlfriend had!" She screeched hysterically. I looked at her and rolled my eyes at her naivety.

"Maybe some guys do, but most guys couldn’t care less." She seriously needed to learn about guys; Keira was absolutely clueless.

"Please," she sniffed. "If you did that, I’d bet that the guy would just love you even more." Keira said morosely.