"I suck." I replied to my own self. Why, in the world, did I decide this?
~Make some friends.
*CHECK
~Date a guy.
*CHECK
But, I never thought that I would date someone, just to hurt another.
I came up with a plan; maybe it wasn't the greatest plan, but it was all I could think of, at the time.
Never would I have thought that the man I was trying to hurt, would end up in return, hurting me.
And the pain I have, which you will soon see, all started with "a dare".
To keep my mind off of being hopelessly in love in my best guy friend, my other three best friends came up with a plan of completing 20 dares by the end of the school year. Only, the plan didn't turn out like I expected it to. Then again, I guess I never thought about how my first dare would be to kiss a stranger, who was a well known playboy. He also just so happened to transfer from the local private school to the public high school. Lucky me.