The Ballerina and The Bad Boy.

Cigaretts and Love Notes.

"Are you going to be okay?" Hiram asks for the millionth time.

I roll my eyes. "Yes, it's not like it's the end of the world" I punch his shoulder.

"But you actually liked him" he says.

"Yes, liked as in past tense" I roll my eyes again.

"Okay but if anything call me and I'll be here in a he-"

"In a heart beat, burn his house down and bust a cap up his ass. Blah blah blah! I've heard this before" I cut him off.

"Just have fun, it's Christmas break! Tell everyone I said Merry Christmas and I miss and love them" I handed him is carry on.

"You sure you guys don't wanna come?" Hiram asks Thomas and me.

"Nah, man. It's gonna be me and Lonnie this year" he pokes my stomach and I swat his hand away.

"Don't forget Ash and Dallas" Hiram says in disgust. Thomas and I both groan.

"Go on, Sugartits. You're gonna miss your flight" I lightly push him. I hug him, his 6'2 powerplant body swallows my 5'4 body, I'm basically face to face with his nipples, I let go and let Thomas and Hiram do their weird bro hug. Thomas is slightly smaller than Hiram by 3 inches. Thomas is tall and lean while Hiram is tall and somewhat built, you can automatically tell he plays football. While they hug I can't help but think; These stupid, crazy, weird ass boys are my family and I love them to death.

***

After Hiram left, me and Thomas drove back to the house. He said he was going to go Christmas shopping and didn't want me to come because I never agree on the same gift for someone. So here I am, sitting outside of Starbucks freezing my ass off, waiting for Angie to come out with our drinks. I refused to go in because it was packed with people.

Why would Mason take another girl on the exact same date we had the night before? Does he always do the same date over and over? I'm in denial, yes I like him but the question is why. Why do I like an asshole like Mason? Why can't I like some nerdy ballet guy? And I'd be lying if I said that the amount of girls he's been with didn't disgust me because it did.

"Hey baby doll" I roll my eyes because I already know who said that.

"What do you want?" I keep looking straight because if I look at him I'd probably lose my shit.

"Hey.. Are you okay?" He asks, sitting down beside me.

"I'm okay, just fuck off please" I scooted away from him, I shake my head. "You know what? I'm not okay." I laugh and look up at him. "I mean, I let you in, I let you in when I shut everyone out" I let out a bitter laugh "did you know Thomas' birthday was yesterday? Yeah, and I thought it would be a good idea if I took him to the driveIn where you took me for our first and last date" I shake my head, blinking fast to avoid crying. "I see you there with that Victoria Secret model" I sighed "I guess I needed that to know where we stand" I shook my head and laughed "why the fuck am I getting all butthurt over this? It's not like we were even together? God, I'm so fucking stupid" I look and him and he just opens his mouth them closes it like he's trying to think of something to say.

"That's what I thought" I look straight forward. "Just please, leave" I say in a cold hard tone. He get up and walks away towards a table with all his friends sitting there. I look towards him and he has that same girl, from last night, under his arm. I shake my head, still refusing to let the tears fall. Crying means weakness and I refuse to be weak. What happened to the girl who was like snow? Cold and beautiful. I need to get her back. I need to be the heartless bitch I use to be.

"Hey.. You okay?" I voice brings me out of my thoughts, I turn and see a man in his 20s. He has a cigarette in his mouth and a lopsided grin. Augustus Waters is all I think of when I see a cigarette.

"Yeah, I'm just great" I smile.

"Cool. Yeah because that look of your face was like 'I'm gonna be a stone cold killer'" he laughs and I can't hold my laugh in.

"Hey.. Can I.. Have a cigarette?" I ask and give my best smile.

"Here" he takes a pack of cigarettes out of pocket and hands me one, he smiles then walks off.

I remember I took Thomas' lighter this morning because he was trying to give me a 'smiley face'. I dug into my pocket and pulled out the lighter. I looked around for Angie, she must still be inside. Damn, that place was packed as fuck.

"Lonnie.. Mason wanted me to give this to you" I look up to see Riley holding a note out to me, I take the note and smile to him. He walks away towards the table with Mason and all his friends. Mason was staring at me mouthing 'read it.'

I unfold the note and read,

Lonnie, I know I did some fucked up shit last night. I know you probably think I'm a shit person but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. I'm not going to sugarcoat shit because I know you don't like that but you're something else. God damnit, I knew you were something else when you threaten to smash a jar on top of that lady's head. I've never met someone so short with a big ass temper. Jesus fuck.. I've never met someone like you. I know you're probably going to come and beat the shit out of me later for giving you another note but I want you to know, I've never tried so hard with any girl like I've tried so hard with you. I know this is early but.. God damnit, you little shit. You melted my ice cold heart and made me feel shit for you and frankly, it's scaring the shit out if me"

I scoffed and did the only thing I can think of doing.

I grabbed my lighter and let that bitch up. I put the cigarette in my mouth and brought the burning note and lit up my cigarette. I threw the note to the ground and watched it burn before my eyes. I looked back to Mason and saw his mouth on the floor staring at me in disbelief. I smirked and walked inside Starbucks.

I'm on the road to being a heartless bitch.