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HeartBreaker

HeartBreaker

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 26, 2014
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He looks at me and gives me a fake, sarcastic smile and claps dramatically. "Well, Done Emily, well done." He turn around and start to leave. "Wait." I yell. I've had enough of his shit and I am not going to let him just go like that. He is going to get it back today. He turn around and before he could utter a word, I speak. "You think I cheated on you? You think I was sleeping around? Just because I was hugging my best friend? My buddy? What the fuck is wrong with you? We have been friends since kindergarten and this is how much you know me? Oh man, you say you should've known? No! I should've known, Ron! I should've known what kind of a disgusting bastard you are! I should've known that how much ever I try, I will never be able to gain your trust. I should've known before falling this hard for you. You were the one who didn't come to prom with me, you had some shitty work you had to do! What did you think? I would wait for you sitting in a corner missing all the fun? FUCK NO! You've called me many names today, Ron. Thank you so much. I will always remember them. And after hearing all this, I know one thing for sure, you didn't love me! You were just in love with the idea of being in love." I say. i grab Justin's arm and start walking toward the exit door. I turn around to look at Ron one at time. "And yeah, if you've not guessed yet, we're done for good! I hope you live a happy life ahead, because this is the last time you will ever see me."
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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