The Playboy's Curse

1: The Playboy's Curse

Okay, cliche. I know. Whatever.

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CHAPTER ONE

"HE DID WHAT?!"

My mouth was open, in a very unlady-like way, may I add, and I stared unbelievably at Stacey who was sobbing very hard on my bed.

"He broke up with me, okay?! He broke up with me. Are you happy now?" she yelled behind her awfully loud sobbing. 

I wanted to kick her, I wanted to spank her, I wanted to scream at her and tell her 'I TOLD YOU SO!’ But I think doing those things right now were way too harsh considering that my best friend is in total heartbreak mood. Instead I remained my mouth open, staring wide-eyed at her, controlling myself from kicking her.

HE JUST BROKE UP WITH HER.

I chuckled bitterly. Yeah, right. 

As if that's totally shocking. 

"I know, okay? You don't have to tell me. I made a mistake." she snatched the nearest pillow on the bed and buried her face on it. She started screaming behind it, hitting her protected head multiple times on the wall.

"What did I say?" I replied. "I always knew he'll break up with you."

She snapped her head up. And glared at me. I didn't expect her to hear that. "Well, thank you very much, best friend." she sneered.

I rolled my eyes and sat beside her. I grabbed the pillow from her and placed it on my lap.

I want you to meet Ian Farley. Breathtakingly handsome (according to them), every girl's dream (Well, except me), my best friend’s ex-boyfriend that lasted only for 3 days, seriously, and I'm sure you figured it out already, all-time playboy and heartbreaker.

You know the cliché kind of guy you usually find in every teenage book. The one that DEFINITELY ends up with the I-hate-you-you-jerk-playboy-and-damn-rich-or-maybe-not-and-undeniably-hot protagonist, get it? Okay, I dislike the guy. But never in my life would I imagine myself falling for him. Okay, I imagined it. But that's only because I have a wild imagination. And that, when I imagine it, would be even worse than attempting to straighten your own pubic hair. And may I add the fact that he just dumped my best friend.

For three days, don't forget that.

I mean, who does that? Him, obviously. 

Okay, I know from the start that Stacey would just end up crying when she confessed her love to him (Yes, she was the one who came to him first instead of the other way around). I did tell her that. But being the stubborn-ass she was, she didn't listen. She was so sure she was the perfect girl for him. So sure that she could change him...yeah, right. Like it’s going to happen. Stacey was never like that when it comes to a guy. I always knew she got feelings for him. But not the kind that you would act too desperate enough to plan on asking him. She was never like that, and she asking him totally shocked me. Especially if it’s in front of the whole student body, at lunch time, in the cafeteria. Yes, I’m sooooo proud of her.

But the worst part was, he said yes. He said YES! Can't you believe that? I bet he doesn't even know Stacey until that time. Stacey was pretty, in a girly-girly kind of way. She wears designer clothes. So yeah, why not?

Then a thought struck me. "Hey, Satcey?" I asked. She was now rolling all over my bed like a 5-year old. "Did something happen?" I asked calmly, even though deep inside I was preparing for my claws, if she ever says yes. I know she was a virgin. And sacrificing her virginity like that for that jerk is definitely unforgivable.