KEY TO YOUR HEART

The Break-Up

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"Let's break up." Cole had finally said what his real intention was for dragging her that cold night. A 'sad' expression was plastered on his incredibly handsome face as his piercing brown eyes were fixed on the ground. He had done this for a hundred times and had seen hundred same reactions from his former girlfriends.

Truth was, girls were only exciting after a while. After knowing them for a certain amount of time, their daily routines and habits just became way too annoying. They were just all the same. All of them, every single one that Cole had been with, had tried to prove that they were different from the rest but they all failed - because they couldn't just defy their nature. Girls are all the same. They all think the same. They all talk the same and they all want the same things. And because Cole had that knowledge, he found it more than easy to get any girls he wanted.

He stared at her. She had long, blonde, wavy hair that stopped just below her breasts. It framed her face very nicely. She had big, unusual smoky violet doll-eyes, extremely long eyelashes that caused her already beautiful eyes to pop up, and high cheekbones that make her look like she just stepped off from a fashion magazine. Sure, the girl was pretty. But she got boring way too fast, and that just wouldn't do. The main reason why Cole loved girls so much was because they entertained him. Even though it was cruel for him to just use them, he couldn't quite help it. He had the power to play with hearts and he didn't want to just waste it. And knowing that he was the reason behind the girls' tears gave Cole a sense of triumphant and accomplishment.

And now, he waited for her to react the same way like what his previous girlfriends had reacted --- cry and beg.

But to his surprise, she both did neither. She just stared at him and raised her eyebrows nonchalantly. "Okay," she told him rather gladly, eyes twinkling and face bright.

Her, sounding like not caring and looking like not affected at all, made him feel the harsh feeling of failure for the first time. Not that he was showing it, but, how could've he had known she would react that way? Heck, how could've he had guessed she wouldn't tear up or even ask  "Why?" like all his other girlfriends had done? "I'm glad you're okay about it," he said, keeping his tone low but forming a weak smile as well, just to sound that he was fine about it.

Smiling, she replied, "I'm glad I had a boyfriend like you, Cole. And I hope we'll stay friends after this."

Though Cole didn't actually like what he was hearing, he still managed to act like it was somehow, a good idea. Slightly shrugging, he uncertainly said, "Sure."

The night was still, and the street was quiet. "So, uhh. . . I gotta go," she told him, wrapping her own self with her arms that were coated with the sleeves of the black jacket she was wearing.

Ah crap, Cole thought, that's my jacket. He had given it to her a few day ago because it had been cold. Girls were just stupid and seemed to go all heads over heels whenever he lent them his outwear.

"Bye." She began to turn to walk away. Cole knew it would be cruel to ask for his clothing back --- which was precisely why he did so.

"Um," he cleared his throat. The girl turned around with hopeful eyes and a slight smile on her lips, hoping that he had changed his mind. "Can I please have my jacket back?" At least I threw in a 'please', he thought. 

In an instant, the hope in her eyes disappeared and her smile uncertainly faded. But in the end, she refreshed her smile and took off his jacket and threw it at him. "I didn't want to keep it anyway," she said as soft as she possibly could.

Cole caught the jacket in midair with grace. He folded it in his arms and patted it before uttering a small, "Thanks." He wasn't quite sure if she was mad about what he did, but he could tell that she was, however, surprised. The tone of her voice might seemed to be just soft and calm and her expression maybe just alright, but he could feel that behind those were anger and bitterness.

"I'll go ahead," she said before turning and walking away from him.

Cole didn't care much about her departing words, he just shrugged and stared at the jacket he had in his arms. It was his favorite, he was glad he had it back. He couldn't count how many times he had let girls kept his hoodie or other outwear out of pity.

Cole started making his way back home, half glad that he sensed her hidden anger no matter how ingrained her 'I'm totally okay about it' mask.

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Makii was angry. Before, she was just confused and hurt, but now, she was plain furious. She knew in the first place that Cole was a total player and that he would just throw her away like a toy he got bored with, just like what he did to all of his past girlfriends. In fact, she even prepared for this day to come. But unfortunately, she failed. She never really planned to fall for him. All of her decisions were just out of her curiosity: how it feels to have a boyfriend, and how it feels like to be with him. In other word, he was supposed to be just an 'experiment'. Never did she expect to fall at his trap, to be wrapped around his fingers. He just seemed so. . . different. She thought he was sweet, kind, caring and all that, but the truth was, he was a total asshole! Remembering how she totally believed his "You changed me" and "You're the only one" made her clench her hands into tight fists. How stupid could she be? He must be really such a professional casanova to fool girls' hearts and to make them believe his all lies!

The way she acted in front of him a while ago was a turtore for the truth was, she was dying to yell at his face how cruel and a terrible man he was to ever be given a chance to live! The main reason why she acted like she wasn't affected at all, which she doubted it appeared convincing, was because she didn't want him to think that she was just like his other girls out there who would cry and plead. At least, not in front of him. Besides, it was all her fault anyway and should suffer from her own carelessness.

Her face contorted in an all consuming anger --- eyes flashing and closing into slits, jaws tight, nostrils flaring and lips quivering. But despite of all that, she was also sad.

He was her first boyfriend, and probably the worst among her futures. Now she regretted of being way too curious. She shouldn't be carrying the heavy weight on her shoulders if she didn't turn on her stupid curiosity. She shouldn't be feeling the feeling of loss. She shouldn't be feeling like someone had died. And she shouldn't be feeling the heavy pain of burden.

That man, she thought angrily, wiping the tears that threatened to fall on her cheeks. 

He could've at least showed a little sense of sympathy by keeping her his jacket just for this evening. It was a cold night, and she was only wearing a thin faded cardigan. She wrapped her arms around her to provide a little warmth. She knew she looked like death, and she didn't care.

But there was no way in hell she was going home like that. Her parents would probably just ask her their nonstopping questions and she wouldn't like that for there was a big possibility that she would just burst out crying hysterically. And especially her brothers who would surely just give her their 'I told so' lectures.

So for this night, she decided to just head to her bestfriend's house which was just down the road.