The Player's Locked Heart (Contest)

The Player's Locked Heart (Contest)

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He's had his heart broken before. Numerous times, even. Due to that he snapped, threw away his nice guy personality and picked up all the bad boy antics you can think of. Being a player? Check. Getting tattooed? Check. Breaking hearts? Check. Smoking weed? Check. Riding motorcycles? Check. And most of all, locking up his own heart? Check check check. Trent Adams used to be known as the kinda geeky but sweet guy in his first year of high school. He's in his senior year now, and has done a complete 360. Why you ask? Lets just say he may or may not have caught his best friend of 17 years and girlfriend of 2 and a half years in bed together, "wrestling" like they put it. Seems like they've been wrestling for a year and a half. It broke Trent's heart to a million little pieces. Not only did he lose his best friend that was practically his brother, he also lost the love of his life. A stupid little suggestion from one of the jocks on the football team led Trent to what he is now. No one can blame him for being what he is. He's closed himself off and no longer believes in love, all because of one too many heartbreaks.
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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