Dear Mr. Heartbreaker

Chapter 2 - Dear list

Broken hearts are stronger, more beautiful. Yeah, bullshit. All those advices from the Internet didn't helped a bit. It only made me feel worse.

"How to move on:

Try to write down 10 things that help you to move on."

It sounded stupid in the start, but I was desperate enough to try it.

The black pencil dangled between my insecure fingers.

"1. Realize the fact that he is over you." Check

"2. Learn a valuable lesson from this." What lesson? That getting your heart broken absolutely stinks?

After two questions, I already gave up. Hearing sad music about broken hearts didn't helped much better. And seeing him five days in a week didn't helped much more.

If we asked all the girls, what "Aiden" stood for, they would say:

A for Amazing

I for Irresistible

D for Daydream

E for Enthusiastic

N for Nice

But if you ask me now, I would probably say:

A for Asshole

I for Irritating

D for Dumbass

E for Egocentric

N for Noisy

But I was also one of the girls from list A, before. He was Aiden McKurty. Perfect, stupid McKurty, with his pushed-back dark brown hair, crystal blue eyes and a voice that could melt chocolate.

There is only one person on earth, I hate more than him.

Myself.

I hate that I opened up for him, told him my secrets and gave him my first kiss.

Seeing him in school every day was hell. Especially when we have almost all of our classes together. If it wasn't bad enough, I have to see him flirt with everyone, including the teacher. It was like a cat that was ripping my heart from inside. As cheesy as it sounds, I hoped for the light at the end of the tunnel. After a year of complete disaster of jealousy, I decided to make a fresh start at high school. No more middle school, no more Aiden.

High school was a heaven for me, since the devil wasn't there anymore.

New people, new place and new opportunities.

I loved the sweet sound of the students' laugher, not over somebody who tripped, but over a funny joke that nobody really understood. There wasn't the major difference between boys and girls anymore. Suddenly, we all seemed to be in the same boat.

Everything went fine, until the day.

...

Sam placed his books neatly next to mine. His sweet scent already filled my nostrils before he even sat down.

"Elliebear," he called me. I loved the nickname, even when I pretended to hate it.

"Sambarin," I laughed at my own bad nickname.

"Have you heard about the new student?" he causally asked without any pressure in his voice.

"I don't know. I only know that the girls are freaking out. Obviously, they stalked his Facebook profile and found him 'extremely hot'," he mimed Kitty and Missy. The two most boy-crazed girls in the entire school. Those two even thought the janitor was hot.

"What is his name?" I asked while trying to find my purple pencil case.

"Something like Amber..."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Way to go, Smarty Pants. Amber is a girl name," I laughed.

"No...I didn't meant Amber. I meant, Am...mor."

"Amor? What is it? April Fool's Day or Valentine's Day?" my sarcastic side wouldn't stop.

Sam was my best friend. Who says boys and girls can't be best friends? And the best of it all was, he didn't make me think of Aiden at all.

"Good morning class. As some of you might have heard, we're having a new student in this class. He transferred from the Kennington Sports Academy to Fredward High," Mrs. Clear said toneless, like if it was a daily routine.

Kitty and Missy whined, like two little girls after the milkman (or whatever kids liked those days.)

Two strong knocks on the door caught everybody's attention.

"That must be him. I'll..."

"What is his name?" one of the students rudely interrupted the teacher. Luckily, Mrs. Clear was in her good mood today.

"His name is Aiden McKurty."

Sam noticed me stiffened.

"What's wrong?" he carefully nudged my right shoulder.

"Right. Nothing. I mean, no. It's nothing. Really," I stuttered out like a confused mouse.

The door opened slowly.

"Please don't let it be him," I wished over and over again. I even crossed fingers, toes and hair.

"Hello," the deep, masculine voice said.

I dared myself to look up once. It was goddamn McKurty.

I could see him flash his famous "McKurty Smile" to the girls, but his smile fade as he saw me, before placing a bigger grin on his face.

"Hi Elizabeth," he spoke carefully, as if I was a bomb.

"Hi, stranger," I mumbled, hoping this nightmare would stop.

"Wait. Do you know him?" Sam rattled me back to reality.

"Hm...." I rambled.

It was Mrs. Clear who broke the awkward silence. I could see Kitty and Missy with their mouths open.

"How great you already know somebody. I'm sure Ellie wouldn't mind showing you around, right?" Mrs. Clear's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Hm..." I let out a very fake chuckle.

It was like setting me back with the devil again.

But this time, he wasn't the big bad wolf. People here were different. And I liked different. I liked the sweet, caring Sam.

Maybe Aiden could build his reputation up again. But this time, there would be one less girl on the plate. This one, he couldn't get. And he hated when he couldn't get what he wanted.

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