Ms. Heartbreaker21

Ms. Heartbreaker's introduction

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He leaned forward to kiss me, but I instantly placed my index finger on his lips to stop him and say "Not so fast, darling!"

And he asked me why then I simply replied "Cause we're through."

"What?! But why?!"

"Just accept the fact, dearie that WE. ARE. SO. THROUGH. That is just how this relationship goes. Bye now. Toodles!"

Then that's it! I left him speechless with his jaw dropping. Too bad for him. Aaaahhh .. I feel so great! Another heartbreak happens. Can you believe that he was my 14th boyfriend for the 1st week of this month?

By the way, the name's Katy (Pronounced as 'Keytee') Allison Perez,18 years of age and an ongoing senior student this s.y (since we still have a grade 7 and 8 here) of Alexander Academy which is now owned by my brother---the school president and his wife---the principal. They bought the school 7 years ago.

If you're asking me if I'm gorgeous and cute, my answer would be an absolute YES!  

Sexy and hot? You bet! 

Intellegent? Mind you, but skip the solving part. 

Rich and aristocratic? Hell yes! 

Kind and sweet? Hypocrite's the right term. 

Famous? S.U.P.E.R 

Conceited? Obviously 

A playgirl? Hmmmn .. what do you think?

Well, talkin' 'bout myself, most of them calls me 'Ms. Heartbreaker21'. Why? It's because it all started when my best friend and I had a crazy bet 'bout having the most numbered heartbreaks and relationships in a month. And me, pretending to be a sweet, young, charming, and innocent human being unexpectedly won the bet without falling in love with one of my ex's. Then the winner will be crowned 'Ms. Heartbreaker' plus the outstanding number of heartbreaks. So, that's how I get my title and the fame, while my best friend got only 6, 'cause she can't do it anymore. The things that only catches her attention are shopping and .... BARBIE DOLLS. Yes, she is an obsess die-hard fan of Barbie.

After the bet, I still continued being a playgirl or some mostly say "BITCH", not just from the campus but also outside, because ... let's just say that I'm loving it and I enjoy watching the guys weeping, pleading and begging for my love. Yuck! I'll never do that! In fact, I haven't gave my first kiss to anyone yet. I know that for a playgirl, still having a lucious virgin lips is hella weird and rare, but the eff I care! I'm not kissing anyone and won't let anyone kiss me! Imagine the saliva! HYYYUUUUCCKKK! I'm still imagining, but I felt like throwing up!

I hardly don't know the reason why boys still adore me (including my ex's) after knowin' that I'm only toying with them, giving them heartbreaks, and making them look stupid. I don't know if it's because of my charisma? the appeal? or ....

is it because I'm the prettiest of them all? *shrug* I think I'll go for the last. ;)

And as a bitch, it's pretty normal to have haters who are craving to slap, punch, pull your beautiful hair, and worst---KILL YOU!

Since I started to be a playgirl, I've received A LOT of death threats. Like for example: When I often pass the hallway, an unknown person/persons would just throw pointy stones at me from any direction. But better try their luck next time! 'Cause I never get hit by it. I am flexible!

And another situation which often happens: Whenever somebody ferociously attacks me (either a group of gals or gays), I won't fight 'em back, instead I turn my hypocrisy mode on and pretend to be a humble underdog who just let herself get hurt, so that their conscience will take place and they'll stop in awe--but I won't let them reach the point where they can almost kill me, 'cause that's the time they'll realize that they're messing with the untamed one. The bold, the wild, the ferocious, the savage, the sadist, and the fierce one! RAWWWRR!

During the wars, I'm hella lucky that I'm always being saved by ones who witnessed the scene---but only the guys, 'cause they're obviously on my side. Too bad for the haters. They're no match to me. While those bitches around are no help, 'cause they just watched me suffer with a good-for-you-slut-look. Ugggh! CURSE YOU ASSES!

I tell you, I date different guys. Ugly or not, that does not matter to me as long as they're not a criminal, abnormal and pervert human being. There's only one type of person that I'll never date for a thousand of years, 'cause it always gives me a real hard goose bumps. And it's . . .

A NERD.