Hey Mr. Player, Can I Break Your heart?

Making Plans

I dedicated to her because she like made me like 100 book covers...i aint kidding

Soooo Here's chapter 2..sorry if its shortt...i'm sorry really but i hope u guys like it!!!

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Alana's POV

Keira plopped herself onto my bed and sighed loudly. I sat across from her on my jellybean chair, turning it so that it faced the bed.

"What's wrong Keira?" I asked, concerned. Something was clearly upsetting her.

"Just thinking," she sighed. 

"About?" I pressed. Okay, so sue me. Keira had never been this bad before; I was downright curious.

"LUCCCASSSSSS!" She cried dramatically, as if it were completely obvious.

I heaved a sigh; Keira was beginning to annoy me now. Of course that's what she was thinking about; she’d been talking about him all day. It's all so stupid. It wasn’t even as if they were together for that long anyhow. I thought it could have at least been about something more interesting, more scandalous. But, no. It was all Lucas, Lucas and more Lucas!

"You've got to get over him!" I groaned, throwing my head back into the chair in frustration. I didn't want to be mean, but people broke up all the time. She needed to chill out! "There's other fish in the sea" is what I like to say. Well, I always say it anyway. I think, if I said it right now, Keira would probably smack me. I 

don’t think I’d like to test the theory, in any case… 

"But I thought he loved me." She wailed, throwing her face into one of my pillows. Okay, enough was enough. If she wasn’t being dramatic before, she sure as hell was now!

"You dated him for two weeks." I yelled, harshly. She needed some sense knocking into that lovesick brain of hers. "How can he love you in that amount of time?" 

"Well," She started, her voice muffled by the pillow. "I may have told him I loved him the day before he broke up with me."

I slapped my hand on my forehead, shaking my head in disapproval. Why did she do this to herself? Another frustrated groan slipped past my lips.

"Is that a bad thing?" She asked, turning her head so she could see my face. 

"Yes." I snorted. Wow, she really didn’t have a clue. Then again, I’ve known this chick for five years and I’m just finding out that she’s insane. Talk about taking one to know one… "Did he say he loved you back?" If he did, the damage was repairable. If he didn’t, relationship apocalypse here they come.

"Not exactly," she replied quietly, sniffing. 

"Explain yourself." I sighed. I honestly couldn't believe the stupidity of this girl. 

"When I told him I loved him, he didn't say anything back but..." She trailed off. 

"But…" I pushed, encouraging her to continue speaking. This had to be good.

"I could see in his eyes that he loved me back. He was just too afraid to say it." 

"Uh-huh." I said, totally unconvinced. I grabbed my notebook and pen from my bag and began scribbling stuff down.

"What are you writing?" Keira asked curiously. She pushed herself up into a sitting position to try and get a glance at the page I was using.

"Remember our little bet?" She nodded. "If I take tips on relationships from you, I think I might win this bet in just two days." I smirked.

"Ha. Ha." She laughed sarcastically. "Just kick me when I'm down, why don't you?" 

“It’s what friends are for.” I chuckled at her dramatics. "Any other things you've said or done to a guy you've dated?" 

Keira pushed off the bed and walked over to me. When she was close enough, she flicked me on the forehead- hard. Let me tell you, it hurt. It could have been bleeding for all I knew… Well, as long as she was feeling more like herself. I guess I could take one for the team just this once.

“Did you just flick me?” I asked incredulously. Okay, maybe I wasn’t going to take one for the team after all.

"Yep," she shrugged casually. "Let's do something fun tonight." She proposed quickly, changing the subject before I had the chance to give her the wrath of Alana.

I rubbed my forehead again and thought about it for a second. "Let's go to Tallyho." I suggested, smiling. 

"But that's an 18 and over club." She objected whiningly.

"We’ll use fake IDs." I pulled out my best 'duh' tone of voice. 

"Oh right." She replied, snapping her fingers as if the idea was somewhat brilliant. I wasn’t too sure, but she seemed to be losing brain cells by the second. 

“Maybe we’ll find the guy you’ll have running for the hills once you’re through with him.” Keira smirked slightly, laughing.

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Jackson's POV 

I looked over at Corbin. We were both crashed out on my couch playing video games. 

"I'm so bored." I complained, pushing my black hair away from my face so I could see the TV more easily.

Corbin was at an advantage on the best hairstyle for video-gaming. He had almost no hair, but not in a bald kind of way. The girls always talked about his light chocolate brown skin and million-dollar smile; he could get pretty much any one he wanted. It was actually a good thing that we didn’t have the same taste in girls. I’d hate to compete with my best friend like that.

"What do you want to do?" He asked, turning his eyes away from the screen and on to me. 

I shrugged. "You're the brains in this friendship." 

“True.” Corbin smirked. "How about we go to Tallyho?"

"Isn't that an 18 and over club?" I felt my eyebrows press together as a result of my confusion.

He nodded. "I know the owner so we can get in easily." 

"Sound good to me." I shrugged again, leaning back into the sofa.

"Maybe you'll find the girl who will fall hopelessly in love with you." He laughed and I just smiled back.

I would, without a doubt, win this bet.

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