Players

Chapter 1: Breakups

"Just get away from me, got it? I never wanna see you ever again!" I say I'm anger to my boyfriend, Ricky.

Well, ex-boyfriend now.

"Emily, you don't understand. This isn't what it looks like." Ricky runs up to me grabbing my arm and twirling me to face his perfect face.

God, he is perfect! Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect lips, perfect cheek bones, perfect body, he is just... Perfect! Ugh!

I was stupid to think a perfect boy like him would ever stop being a player for a girl like me.

Yeah, Ricky Stelar was a player. Biggest player in the entire school, he was the guy that all girls would want to date and he pretty much dated the entire senior and junior student body girls. Of course I was his next target and he promised me that he will give up his reputation of being a player. I believed him of course and he was pretty damn good at convincing me since we dated for about 6 months without any player shit.

And guess what? I just found his player ass self making out with a girl outside of my favorite restaurant, Tim's Chicken Diner, on this cold November night.

I'm never ever gonna date a player ever again. How could I be so stupid?

"Really? Cause it looks like you were making out with another girl!" I pull back my wrist from his grip with force.

I breath in and out heavily and look at him in the eyes with rage and anger and a tint of sadness from the tears that are welling up from my eyes.

"Lemme explain, Em." His eyes plead.

"I think seeing you making out with another girl is enough explaining." I say, with that I stomp away from him and quickly run to my black sleek car that is parked somewhere near.

"Emily!" He yells but doesn't chase after me.

Good, I don't wanna see his face anywhere.

I get into my car and quickly close the door behind me.

I can't help but cry. How am I not gonna cry?

This is the guy I thought who loved me. The guy who I thought actually wanted to be with me. The guy who I thought loved me and only me.

Tears stream done my cheeks and I cover my face with my perfectly manicured hands. What good is having a perfect manicured when I can't even be good enough for the guy I love.

Loved.

I didn't mean anything to him so why should he mean anything to me.

I shakily reach into my purse for my phone.

"Hello?" The peppy high pitched voice answers.

"A-Andrea?" I sniffle.

"Em? Are you ok? What happened?" My best friend asks.

"R-Ricky... H-he ch-cheated on me." I weep out as I let out a cry.

"Oh my god! Where are you emily? I'm going there right now!" She says seriously.

"Actually can I-I go to your house?"

"Yeah, no problem. I'll wait for you here." Andrea says sweetly.

"Th-thanks Andri." I wipe my hand across my cheeks.

I hang up and I put my car on drive, I turn on the radio as more tears stream done my face.

I will never trust another player ever again.

It take ten minutes to enter the rich private Californian suburban neighborhood that my best friend lives in.