The Playboy's Girl (ON HOLD or DISCONTINUED? Not Sure.)

Chapter One

"Welcome Home!" was what sign read as I got into the living room. I smiled as I read it a couple of times. I can't believe that a lot of people missed me.

Or maybe they just pretended to.

The smile that I had on my face faded and turned into a frown.

"Hypocrites..." I muttered.

"Rie!" A female voice coming from the kitchen called. I waved the thought away and went straight to her. Familiar scents mixed together greeted me as I entered.

"Am I dreaming or is it real?" The middle-aged woman standing in front of the stove wearing a yellow apron turned to me with a smile on her face as I walked in.

"It's your favorite," she said.

I quickly took a seat as she placed a plate containing eggs, bacon, and a stack of pancakes with butter, maple syrup, and bits of chocolate on top of it. I grinned at the sight. My aunt was simply the best.

"It feels like today's my birthday," I said.

"And why's that?" Aunt Aubrey asks, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as she sits down beside me.

"The last time you made me a meal like this was on my birthday," I recalled, "three years ago."

Saying those last three words I began to boil inside. It was a bad to remember it, but my mind just loves to replay old memories once in a while. I couldn't stop it from doing so.

Three years ago, a few days after he broke up with me, I had my fifteenth birthday. I know it sounds crazy to have a boyfriend in an early age, but what the heck. And besides, it's a common thing these days even nine-year-olds already have boyfriends. It wasn't something new anymore.

So yeah. In the morning, my aunt would cook me a delicious breakfast, and after school, I'd have a small party at home. I even invited him! Even if we're not bf and gf anymore at least we could still be friends. I wanted to talk about that with him, but he never came. Two days after my birthday, at school after gym, I went around behind the bleachers to look for my lost towel.

And that's when I saw it.

The sight of his lip's pressed onto someone else's broke my heart. I saw him mouth "I love you" to her a couple of times and my heart shattered into a million -- no -- a billion pieces right there.

A month after that incident my parents brought me Paris with them. I wanted to stay, but the thought of him being around made my chest ache. I didn't want to leave Aunt Aubrey behind, but I had to. I needed to. It was a chance for me to forget about him. Well, I didn't obviously forget, but at least I got rid of my feelings for that jerk.

I swear, I don't ever wanna date a playboy ever again.

My locker neighbor -- not my locker mate, because she really didn't act like one to me -- talked to me for the first time. Of all the kinds of topics we could have, we talked of the topic that I never wanted to even speak or think of. But what she had to share about it was something I couldn't ignore. I found out the reason why he broke up with me. He met a girl who was prettier than me, smarter than me, richer than me, and popular.

He left me for a girl who was better than me. But other than that there was also something else.

Even before he broke up with me, he also had someone else. Not just one, but two of them! So while I wasn't by his side, he was off somewhere else kissing one of them. I pitied the new girl. Apparently, she's a nice person. I just couldn't imagine her finding out that her new boyfriend had two other girls. I couldn't imagine her finding out that her boyfriend was a player. She seemed too fragile for that. Probably, more fragile than me.

He was a player, and who knows, maybe until now he still is.

I hadn't notice that my aunt was looking strangely at me because she was touching my cheek then my forehead with the back of her hand.

"Dear, are you sick?" she asked, a look of worry was plastered on her gentle face.

"I'm fine, Aunt Aubrey," I replied. "What makes you ask that?"

"You're face was red and heating up. You also ate like a grumpy and angry person, which was weird." She looked at me in the eyes. "Are you sure you're not sick? If you're having your---" I cut her off before she could finish that sentence.

"Of course not! I am fine, and I'm not having that."

She seemed convinced because the look on her face changed. "All right," she says, "let's get you ready for school. We don't want you late."I nodded and rushed up to my room to get ready.

If he's still there, I would be glad to be more than late, I thought.

So how was Chapter One?

The original copy of it was too long, so I decided to cut it and just put the rest in the second chapter.
Sorry, if I took so long to update. I have no idea when to upload the next chapters.

It's not much but I hope you like it. Comment and vote. :)

I'll upload Chapter Two as soon as possible. I'll try. ^_^

-AJ