Dear Mr. Heartbreaker

Chapter 10 - Dear Weakness

"So...what do you say?" he waited excited and clapped his hands. My mouth was dryer than the Sahara dessert, it almot felt like I haven't been drinking water in a year. His eyes studied my face carefully, before bursting into a deep, long laugher.

"Haha. April Fools," he laughed and patted my back.

Wait. What?

"You really thought I was asking you out?" he whipped the tears away. A tight sound that was supposed to be a laugher, came out from my lips.

"Huh. Funny," I rolled my eyes sarcastically at him.

"Hey. Don't be angry," he hugged me tight. It was impossible to be mad at Sam. Maybe because of his hair. His golden blonde hair. Much prettier than my boring, brown ones.

Next day wasn't so much better. I was walking down the crowded school hall, fighting toward my red locker. Someone has, again, slipped a piece of candy paper in it, so it stank awful of "Sour Worms". My clumsy finger sliced against my history book and left a little drop of blood on it and caused a heck lots of pain.

Puh. I hated history anyway. But the book seemed absolutely fine. Like if it was its revenge to say:

"Ha. You don't like me, so I don't like you." Typical. Even my own books hates me. Just like someone else does.

Talking about the devil, Aiden walked past me, ignoring me completely.

"Hey. Do you have a plaster?" I asked him stupidly. I studied my bleeding finger very carefully. He opened his locker like if he didn't heard me and took his books before smacking it close.

"Uh...I'm talking to you," I waved in front of his face, like if he was stupid.

"Hm..." he grumbled before walking away. Angrily, I grabbed the edge of his shirt and demanded him to answer me.

"What's your f'cking problem?" he yelled up to my face. His spit flew right past me and hit the student next to me. I couldn't help but finding it so humoristic. He looked at me like if I was crazy, but my laugher wouldn't stop. My stomach hurt so much that I ended crying hurtful tears.

"I can't understand why you think it's so funny," he mumbled ice cold.

"Why didn't you answer me?" I finally stopped the laugher and put my best poker face on. His eyebrows rose up to his long, messy dark brown hair and ran his hot fingers through his golden strings. Wait. Did I just say hot?

"You seriously stopped me because I didn't answer you?" his dark voice growled, like if he was the wolf about to attack the bunny.

"Yes. That's was basically what I said," I nodded to him, like if he was stupid or something.

"I didn't ignore you." I could see him lie from long distance. He did usually always press his lips together and look away. Since he was a head taller than me, it was easy for him to look right past me.

"Hey Kitty," he smiled kindly to Missy.

"I'm Missy, but okay anyway. You can just call me for Kitty," she twirled her princess, bright blonde hair around her index finger and flashed him her biggest smile, like if they just won the world championship in cheerleading.

"How it's going? You look good in that shirt, by the way," he winked to her. I raised my left eyebrow and looked sarcastically at Prince Player and Princess Desperate.

"Missy? Do you really mean that? He don't even know your name, and you're not even wearing a shirt. It's just a short dress," I made exagerrated fractures with my hands. She should be grateful for having somebody to tell her how dangerous Aiden could be, but instead, she shot me the death stare. The one that you send, when somebody "accidently" bumps into you, and then flip out about you bumping into them.