Screw Men

seven

Jennie's POV

The sole purpose of this entire 'making men cry' plan was for my own entertainment. I had fun from the benefits the guys could offer me and vice versa. But the catch is that I don't fall, men do.

That's what makes it more pleasurable.

To watch them be all miserable.

I have to give it to Lili though, for picking generally decent men to engage this plan with so that I wouldn't particularly have a hard time trying to get them to fall in love or dating them.

But this is where a small part of me feels guilt for dumping decent men.

Maybe they do not deserve this.

However the thing about me and my smart ass, is that no matter how decent they seem, I would always be able to find some fault in them or some shit about them that I dislike.

And I'm able to set my emphatic side from the idea of hating men.

The day I dumped Nathan, after barely even dating him for like three days was only the start of this plan.

And truth be told, being with Nathan was like having a slave come around to serve your ass. He was a simp, still is a simp.

I wonder how he gets so easily attached, not knowing me for more than two weeks yet still not wanting to let the idea of dating me go.

"You're not wrong, he did go boohoo." I mentioned when I saw Lisa entering my house on a chilly Sunday night.

Apparently, she just came from loser Niki's house. Again.

"See what did I tell you? I'm a genius." She bragged, slumping her sweaty body on my couch, "out of ten of the guys, if my calculations are correct, I would say, all of them should end up crying."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. This girl gets ahead of herself too much.

"And what if one of them doesn't?"

"Then I'll be there to rub onion over his eyes."

That sent me giggling. Lisa made her way over smoothly and snaked her arms around my waist. The way she buried her face and nuzzled her nose at the crook of my neck made me feel secure.

Secured as shit.

"Damn, I missed you." She mumbled against my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"It's only been a day Lili, and you've been at your ex's house the entire day."

"Doesn't dismiss the fact that I missed you like hell."

A moment of comfortable silence was enough to let me hear our hearts beating in sync.

"Time to screw Caleb over tomorrow."

That brings us to tomorrow.

Lisa spent the night at my house, us just talking about the silly things that has happened with Nathan and laughing them off.

While getting Caleb's attention was a little harder than expected since at the start he was being a little distant and hardheaded, having Lisa run off to god knows where was another annoying problem.

She was supposed to be with me when we went to find Caleb for the first time, yet she vanished, only coming back after I've talked to him.

Caleb though, might possibly be gay, due to his very fashionable and stylish appearance. Due to the way he brought himself about. Due to his very questionable hand gestures that 99.999% of straight men would not usually do.

Not to mention, him kissing his guy friends on the cheek.

"Do you do that all the time?" I asked, a little taken aback from what I just saw.

"No, I'm into females." He sent me an alluring smile, "Can I entice a pretty lady like you for a french brunch tomorrow?"

Fancy language, too.

I was thinking, the earlier the better. And this went faster than I had anticipated, since it took one week and four days for Nathan to start asking me out.

Caleb took only two days.

That made me amazed and astounded by the power I hold over these dumb men.

"Only if you're driving me in your yellow porsche." I challenged.

"Of course, princess."

Yes, Nathan felt like a slave since he was a simp, but Caleb brought himself about more as a gentlemen that was low-key whipped for me.

From Nathan's single bouquet of flowers, Caleb upgraded to an entire cart of flowers being sent to me during class time.

It made people squeal, when they saw what was written on the card.

J,
I surmise that brunch with me was adequate?
Expecting another with you.

- C

But it made me shake my head, with all these silly, unsophisticated, credulous men actually wanting to spend their time with me.

A woman who detests them.

I didn't like it when men overdid stuff.

Well at least this game was going to be an interesting memory to look upon.

I'll be telling my kids,

"Barbie doll and race cars might be your toys, but Mom's toys were men."