Waiting for Eleven

Prologue

   Every cunning, captivating grin will draw you in at the blink of an eye. Despite some lover's knowledge, others are not so lucky. Elise Sullivan was one of those fortunate enough to fall for his tricks and lies- eleven times.

   She was a bright young girl, well bright enough, she was well respected by her classmates, family, friends, the works. But once she got dumped for the fifth time, she was dubbed as a player. Rumours spread, and devious looks were shot in her direction at every turn. Before she knew it, even her parents were shaking their heads at her.

   "I heard she went to a frat party," was among the threatening lies swarming around Cobbleridge High School. That was the time when a light pink flush would appear on her cheeks.

   "No, no, no," the aquaintance would disagree, delivering another wild scenerio. "Kelly Willis told me that she sent naked pictures to her last boyfriend." The witnesses would snicker underneath their breath. That was the point when Elise would draw her books reluctantly up to her chest.

   Another would pipe up with another crazy scheme. "I heard she was naked," they would lower their voice, so everyone would lean in closer. "But not in that exact sense." Each knew exactly what that story teller meant, including Elise. She wouldn't dare admit to their crowing laughter, but it wasn't to say that those things were true. By then the tears would begin to crawl at her eyeballs, itching and scraping.

   Of course, Elise never deserved any of this. It just started with Cam Andory.

 And then James Roth.

  Next up was Tyler Phillips.

  After that came Michael Scwartz.

  Fifthly, Brandon Donnely.

  Then Zachary Bell showed up.

   The seventh lucky boy was Sam Collins.

    Eighth? Mitchell Murray.

    Next off, Spencer Foster.

     Number ten was Andrew Hamilton.

     Lastly, Elise was dumped by Nick Gibson.

     How unfortunate, Elise. She would have never guessed that they would show up in her life again. Boy, was she wrong.