500 Days of Summer

"His loss!"

"So he hasn't talked to you since Thursday." Celine précised after I told her my pathetic story. "Big deal."

Celine held no sympathy towards anybody. Her heart appeared as hard as ice, though I knew it was a lot softer than that. I was the Victoria to her Secret, and she loved me for it.

"It isn't just that." I declared. I was seriously trying to prove a point here. "Not communicating is like the cancer of every failed relationship, and he stole my virginity Wednesday night."

This absolute catastrophe happened in sophomore year, and I'm just glad it didn't happen any sooner or later. I'm practically a new person, and not because of Jason. I knew Jason was never for me. Though, he was decent company.

"I'm just saying. Think about the positive side." Her eyes flickered whilst she turned the pages on the Vogue magazine. "It's not like your Chanel bag was stolen, is it? It's just your v-card, sweetie. I'm surprised he didn't pinch your heart in the mishap, because you're totally acting like it."

I, Anastasia Clarke, was the heartbreaker in all relationships. Jason daren't take anything more than a smidge in my wholeness of becoming a lady, and it wasn't even like I missed him! I ached of humiliation as I walked into those school doors on Monday morning, but as long as I kept my head high I knew Jason wouldn't squeak a vowel. Otherwise, I would tell the whole student body his second brain was smaller than his pinkie. I didn't tell a word, and neither did he.

"Oh, Ana, are you okay?" Blair exclaimed as she squeezed me in her arms.

I pulled my Helmut Lang coat off of my shoulders and held it in my hand as I gushed, "Never been better! Jason was a sleaze, and should have known better."

Blair and I have been best friends since we were little. I've practically known her since birth, and we've taken on the world as a result of. Blair and I drifted away during middle school because, honestly, she went through an awkward puberty phase. Her style became cheap and she had met some new girls. Though when we met again in our freshman year I knew I just had to bring her under my wing again.

"His loss," Blair laughed, as she flipped her hair. Blair had the most beautiful blonde hair that constantly looked as if she had just walked out of a salon – you couldn't even preorder it!

Whilst I made my way into the awkward teenage hood, I managed to escape the oily skin, the developing acnes, the dark eye circles and every other battle a teen would usually conquer. Amid my parent's success with money and my own image, I almost always got the glorious factors of everything I wanted. Be it popularity, a busy social life and the whole shebang I needed from my high end stores.
However that didn't mean I was your mediocre nasty girl you suffered from at school, I was basically known as a Saint at Cormack High and people loved me for it.

I cherished mankind, and I found talking to people as a fun hobby. Nevertheless, it wasn't difficult to imagine any guy would be a challenge for me. I went on plenty of dates, but I never settled for just anybody. I found new boys on the scene distracting; it was a given that it was almost as if a new lip colour would catch my attention, and as a new lip colour, I always tried them out. It never took much effort to get them to like me anyway. Jason was captain of the football team, a senior and reserved for Lindsay Adams – and that made it all the more fun! I figured he was as good as they come, and an excellent addition to my prestigious dating career.

If they were to make a movie about my life, Jason would be totally insignificant. He'd be at the bottom of the credits. That was the time when everybody stopped watching and any-who, I already knew who I'd recruit for the important character.

Harry Styles.

Even back as a tiny freshman, he had this amused expression on his face. Harry was seemingly harmless, detached and uninterested in me for that matter. He pulled it off by being overwhelmingly striking, and that only made him more out of my league.

Harry and I would fit incredibly well together in my head. Just like in fashion, styling Prada boots and a Louis Vuitton purse go devastatingly well together. He was close but, oh, was he far away. I was in no definite hurry because what was mine would be mine eventually.

I had all summer to attempt all my tricks to make him fall for me, and that made it all the more worth it.

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