Ms. Heartbreaker Meets Mr. Player

Chapter 1: Jennifer | Partying Is Fun!

Hello. So, this is the first chapter of MHMMP. Hope you like it! 

I've been writing this story since December. Too bad for me it took so long to update this. Haha. And promise, I will update this thrice a week? Or even four updates a week. So don't worry! ♥

I'm still editing this chapter. I mean, I think I should put a lot of descriptions and so whatever etc. etc. because I think this chapter is all about talking talking. Plus, I have to describe some characters and stuffs. So, yeah. I need to edit this. So, I'll notify you guys if I'll update this chapter. Thank you! :)

NOTICE: June 10, 2014, 9:35AM — I updated this chapter. Added some new words, and sentence. Thank you. But I'm still editing this. Since I did not check some grammatical errors.

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Chapter 1: Jennifer | Partying Is Fun! (STILL EDITING)

Title: Partying Is Fun!

POV: Jennifer

          I don’t believe in ‘they lived happily ever after’ relationships, because of what I have right now, a broken family. My dad broke up with mom when I was 7 years old, he’s left us. My brother was 5 years old at that time, he was too young. I have had enough. I just want to protect my family. I don’t want my brother to be hurt that’s why I am overprotective at him, and at mom, too. I don’t like them to be hurt. I just wanted a peaceful life. But dad broke that. I don’t know what happened to mom and dad because I was in school at that time. When I got home, I just saw dad leaving with his luggage and clothes and mom was crying. I don’t want to remember it. But my stupid head keeps showing it to me. It’s like my mind is programmed to show it every moment!

          I don’t like my father. Ever since he left us.

          He’s a coward.

          Whenever I remember it, I just want to run away. Far away. From the pain. Why dad had to do that to mom? I don’t know the whole story, but I know my mom was right. She’s always been right about everything. I know it’s for best, and my mom knows best for us. That bastard, how could he leave us like that?

          My life is imperfect. When I’m alone, I pick my pencils and draw some clothes. That’s my past time, and hobby also. I’ve been hurting and breaking boys’ hearts when I turned 12. I want them to feel how it feels to be left alone and to be hurt.

          “Yes!” I shriek as I found the perfect dress to wear. It’s a backless apple green dress. It only hits my knee. Showing my perfect golden legs. I put it on and shut my door. Someone smirks. My brother. I look up at him, raising my eyebrow. He’s leaning on my room’s doorframe, and his eyes are staring straight into mine. I didn’t hear him entered my room. Maybe, I was so busy picking some dress.

          “Where are ya’ going sissy?” Nathan smirks at me, leaning in the doorway. I can’t believe he hits puberty. He resembles my mom’s appearance. Brown hair, brown eyes, the dimples in his both cheeks. He’s tall. About tall as I am. He’s 16 years old now, and I’m 18. He’s wearing a gray T-Shirt that suits him very well. He’s very handsome. “Going somewhere?”