Jackson Smith (ON HOLD)

If you had asked me if Ethan Match was the one for me, I wouldn't even think twice before saying yes, probably grinning. To say the least, I fell for his trap just like others.
If you had asked him if Dakota Williams was the one for him, he wouldn't even think twice before telling you his little prank he had in store for me, probably grinning.
I don't know what drew me to him, maybe his humor, charm, no doubt his looks. But I knew what kind of trouble my heart would get into when I said I would go out with the player himself. But maybe I figured it was all an act; that he wouldn't do it to me because I was Anna's best friend.
I knew I was foolish enough to believe that Ethan would say "I love you" first, and mean it. When I said it back, though, is when I knew I was crazy because I meant it. I liked the guy, what can I say?
Now, not so much.
I'm sitting on the California streets, bawling my eyes out, my brain criticizing me, whilst my heart ached for what I had lost. The words of Ethan Match like a slap across the face as he drove away in the taxi, smiling while he recorded me so the whole school could see what a dumb girl I am.
"You actually believed me, Dakota?" He busted up laughing, wiping a tear from his eyes. "Anna was right, you'd fall for it."
When he had left, I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what had happened until I realized I was screwed. My clothes were with his, my phone charger stolen out of the hotel, a dead phone, and no money for anything.
I started to cry, sitting on the corner of the curb as the sky began to cry with me too, hard.
Most of you would call me sensitive and dramatic, most likely, but I never cried. Ever. But Ethan had managed to make me do just that, because he wanted a great senior prank. And I was the prank.