A loud crash was heard from the vase I just threw. How could I be so stupid? I knew he was a fuck boy, yet I still let him play me. My insecurities that were hidden away underneath my thick skin were now crawling up to my head.
Of course he didn't like you, who would? You're so ugly, I'm surprised you have friends. Wait, I mean friend.
My eyes started to tear. It's true, no one will ever like me. I'm a weak pathetic girl, weak. My phone started to ring bringing me out of my dark thoughts. I quickly wipe my tears and answer.
"Hello?" My voice cracks a little.
"Bree? Hey how are you doing?" My best friend, and my only friend, Mable. Her soft sweet voice calming me down a little bit.
"Can you come over?" Not answering her question. More tears threaten to run down my face.
"Of course, I'll be there in a few minutes," we hung up.
Walking towards the bathroom I stare at myself in the mirror. Plain brown eyes stare back at me. It looks like I just smoked weed from how red my eyes are. I stared at my brown tangled hair until I decided to splash my face with cold water. I brushed my hair out making it a little calmer than before. My mind couldn't stop wondering over to Jake. I really did like him. He was a whole other person when we were dating, sweet, kind, gentle. It was like he was possessed or something. I'm over it now though, I'm not going to let any other person take advantage of me, this is a promise to myself, and I know I won't break it.
Hearing a loud car outside, I knew it was Mable. Her car is always so loud, it can wake up a whole neighborhood. I quickly run down stares, almost tripping, eager to see my friend. I opened the hard wood door before she could knock on it. I quickly pulled her into a hug, wanting to be comforted.
"Oh, Bree," she rubbed my back giving me support. Crying deeply into her shoulder, not wanting to move from this warm hug.
"Am I that bad?" I sob into her. Wanting to know her point of view on me. Am I actually that bad that a guy had to make a bet with his friend on me. It had to be me.
"No, of course not. He's just some stupid jock, that has no life. He's a dyslexic diabetic rat," she says while trying to restrain the anger from her voice. I chuckled at her words. She moved away from the hug.
"I hate this, I hate how guys can take advantage of girls, And we can't do anything about it!" She's now showing her anger. I give out a sniffle and go to grab a tissue while she rants.
"Bree, we need to do something about this! We can't just stand back and watch girls get used like a piece of paper," After she said that we heard some really loud music coming from my little sisters room. Not really thinking much of it, I grab a tub of ice cream and jump on the couch, and drown myself in my tears. Staring at the wall, realizing it's been about a minute into the song, and not hearing anymore rants from Mable, I look up. She's thinking deeply, the words of the song continue.
This is how to be a heartbreaker,
Boys they like the look of danger.
We'll get him falling for a stranger,
A player.
Singing I lo-lo-ve you.
At least I think I do.
A big smile plastered on Mable's face. Not understanding where the smile is coming from, and why she looks like a creepy doll, I take another spoon full of ice cream and put it in my mouth. "I GOT IT!" She screamed, making me jump and fall off the couch. I groaned, at least the ice cream didn't fall.
"Huh?" I say not wanting to get up from my laying position on the floor, my butt hurt. I'm just going to stay here until I starve and die. Mable then stomped over to me and pulled at my arm.
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How to be a Heartbreaker
Romance"Pay backs a bitch," I said to Jake. It actually worked, our plan worked. He used me for some stupid bet, and now I got him back, he fell for me, just like I fell for him, but I stopped falling right after he told me about the stupid bet. "What?" H...
