Prologue:
Hearts for Sale
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Chapter One: Sold
What if I put up an auction that would let me sell my own heart? Well, not literally. I wouldn’t want anybody buying my organ. I just wanted someone to hold on to when I’m down. Though it would sound as if I was so cheap, but the thing is, the only price that could buy my heart is love.
I’ve already had my heart broken once or twice before. I couldn’t let go of the feeling of a man’s warmth, his smile that greets you every single morning and the feeling of being loved. The belongingness to somebody you really can rely on.
I was never lucky with love. My first was just a mere accident. I bumped into him then *boom*, we made out instantly. I wouldn’t actually say I loved him in any way but I got kissed. Same crap.
The next one was in our classroom. I was a student and he was a teacher. I loved his subject and, surprisingly, he loved me. And his definition of love is getting me naked and laid. So, I was so freaked out that I transferred to another school. I didn’t want to be in that picture. In a cheap motel, naked with only a blanket for cover and at my side is the most horrible nightmare I could ever have.
There I stood at the hallway of my new school. It was completely empty. I was putting up sheets of paper that says, Hearts for Sale. Not that I was desperate or anything. But I miss being loved. I want to receive something on Valentine’s at least.
“Excuse me,” said an unfamiliar figure behind me. “Could you direct me to Third Year: Class B?” I was shocked. I told myself I would run for the bathroom if someone would ever catch me putting those up. I didn’t turn my back.
“Oh. That’s the room down the hallway to the right beside the Science Laboratory,” I replied, still not turning my back.
“I’m new here, by the way. Can you show me around?”
I turned to him. The sheets that were on my hands fell. I met his deep blue eyes and I felt I was gazing inside him. His hair was blonde and he had brunette wolf brows. I felt my heart stop. He was my kind of guy.
“Are you alright?” he asked me. “If you don’t want to you can just tell me.”
I nodded. My hand reached out for the sheets and it met his. I was so sure I was blushing terribly. He helped me out. He stared at the papers and felt blank as he read it.
“Hearts for Sale, huh?” he smiled at me.
“Yeah. I’m uh,” I replied thinking of an alibi. I got it.“It’s for the heart shaped cupcakes for Heart’s Day.” Smooth.
“I can’t see any connection at all.” My face fell. I knew I was screwed by a boy I just met at the hallway.
“So, off to class then?” I forced a smile. He smiled back.
“What do we have here?” snapped Mr. Laurent behind us. “A new face and a not-so-new face.”
I raised a brow. “I was just showing this new kid around.”
