Hey Mr. Player, Can I Break Your heart?

Meeting each other pt.2

Sorry for the wait...but here's chapter 4...hope you like it :)))

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Alana's POV

I turned around, confused by the unfamiliar voice. Two guys were stood there. And yes, they were both unbelievably good looking. One was tanned, his black hair obviously styled with some sort of gel or hair product. The other guy was stood slightly behind him and was grinning like a fool. He was just as attractive, but had light brown skin and his hair was cropped short. Let’s just say that they were both drool worthy.

Keira and I exchanged a knowing look; these guys were perfect for the bet. I slipped a flirtatious smile onto my face and turned to face them. They were obviously waiting for one of us to respond.

“And why would it be my lucky day?” I asked coyly, deciding to focus my attention on the one who’d whispered in my ear.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He spoke lowly, smirking. “You get to meet me.”

"Oh?"

"Yup," he confirmed, popping the 'p'. He turned and grabbed a stool from a nearby table, sitting himself closely next to me. After rolling his eyes, the other one did the same and sat by Keira.

The girl was openly gawking at him; it was terribly embarrassing. How was I meant to get a guy for our bet when she was acting like this?

"Why don't you take a picture? It’ll last longer." He told her, smirking. Great, he’d noticed Keira’s staring. Could this night possibly get any worse?

"Okay!" She took her camera out from her purse, actually taking a picture of the guy. So, I guess the answer to that question was yes then.

My mouth almost hit the floor. I was completely shocked at how stupidly Keira was acting- even by her standards. The guy scooted farther away from her and started texting on his phone, avoiding eye contact.

It was obviously a losing battle on Keira’s behalf. There was nothing I could do about it now, I told myself.

My attention was brought back to the guy next to me when his knee bumped against my own.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Alana," I smiled. “You?”

"Jackson." He extended his right hand. And here comes the awkwardness. I’m left handed so, whenever I shake hands with someone, it goes completely wrong.

I grimaced before shoving my right hand into his, attempting to shake it. He just laughed at my failure.

“I’m left handed!” I moaned, feeling the need to defend myself.

"Whatever,” he smirked. "It's all good."

That damn smirk had me blushing. It made him look hot- well, hotter. His outfit was even admirable: a plain white t-shirt and a pair of ripped black jeans.

It was just too bad that he’d be gone in ten days’ time…

Jackson's POV

 Alana looked cute when she blushed, even cuter when I knew I was the reason behind it. It was just too bad that she was going to hate me in ten days.

 Okay, I’ve done pretty horrible things to girls in my time. Seriously, I’m almost as bad as that Barney guy on How I Met Your Mother. I lied to girls to get them into bed, and I’d just leave without any explanation. But, if you asked me, this would be the worst thing that I’d ever done to a girl. I was going to make her fall in love with me, only to ditch her- probably ripping her heart out. At least with the others it was all physical, all about sex. They weren’t expecting more; this girl was.