How To Hate A Player [Editing]

How To Hate A Player [Editing]

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All Rights Reserved© All a girl ever wants is the perfect guy with the perfect smile, perfect laugh, perfect manners, and perfect caring soul. Well, I certainly did not get that. My name is Sierra. I've a talent for ruining the best moments in life and a knack for getting myself the worst deals in love. See, I have been gifted by the oh so generous being above with a cocky player who could barely go two seconds without making a sexual inuendo. A guy who had probably lost his virginity at the ripe age of 13 and had his first kiss as soon as he popped out of the womb. The asshole I just described does, in fact, have a name. It's Daniel. Danny, who is the bane of my existance. The reason I hate to wake up in the mornings. The one person I'd love to castrate more than anyone else. Ah yes, Daniel. The real issues I have with him may seem superficial - his twin sister is my best friend, he makes fun of my name and calls me a sodacan; to top it all off, he's annoyingly handsome. This is what I stay up thinking about all night if you were wondering. But yes, there are the deeper troubles as well. All the secrets my new friends don't know about me were hidden behind a very tough, emotional indescructable wall (well, at least that's how I liked to think of it). I didn't just come all the way from Britain on a scholarship because I knew it would be all rainbows and unicorn shit. No, I did it because I have some bridges to burn back home and lovers to forget in the past, just as they have already forgotten me. But what happens when some of these new so called 'friends' started to catch on to my lies?
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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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