Game Of Hearts

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d.” Oliva said to my face and walked aw

d of catwalk that screamed I-really-want-you-but-I-gotta-play-hard

ntle, pretty, caring blah blah blah but in reality she wasn’t any of those things. She messed with most of the sen

e that she was indeed from a rich family. No one has ever been to her house or seen her parents wh

that we’re seniors, she’s trying to play hard to get. I’ve never been into her, not even once and right now, I am

because she is like that. She sucks up to every dick she gets. It makes me ki

her like when we were kids, the innocent looking Jenna. But, heck when I first saw her that night, I knew we could never be friends. She d

nder her impossibly long eyelashes. The way she fidgeted when she

ion, really soft with a perfect cupid’s bow—not that I’m

l myself if we were alone in the same space for t

iar voice resonate through the ha

ly nudged my elbow, “I saw what

was trying to toy with me but I

g-hard-to-get-phase. She’s going to gi

rter said. You’ve bee

oc

nfident, full of yourself, big

ow what cocky means. I’ve always been cocky, thou

d. Let’s go

ngout since junior year. Just us two. We’d been inseparable since junior year, he was also the only close friend I

little gift bag. It’s in my locker. Want me to throw it ou

o ask?” I replied,

m told me they liked me to my face, some of them just went the old fashioned way—sending the best friend. I’ve always wondered h

use it’s fun to have a lot of options, to not be bound to one person by a stupid myth called ‘love.’ Love is a complete waste of time. You can never truely be loved an

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Brooks

m. There were surprisingly no interruptions on my way out except when I bumpe

led with bickering between Jeanette and Jamie. They were arguing about something that wasn’t quite clear to me

here pretending like no one else existed. How the fuck does he do that? He gets so touchy and

let him bother me. The rest of the ride home was quiet after J