The Break Up Planner

I wasn’t always a liar and I wasn’t one to not take full responsibility of what I had done but this time I had to.

“Fancy seeing you here.” A familiar deep voice said as I downed my Shirley Temple.

I turned around and my face was welcomed by a firm chest. I looked up at him, “You again.” I said and turned around wishing and hoping that he’d just go and leave me alone.

“So, what is a girl like you doing here drinking a non- alcoholic drink on a Friday night?” He asks.

“None of your business.” I said. “What do you want?” I said irritated at the fact that he wouldn’t leave me alone.

“Oh, don’t tell me that the Break Up planner had her plans backfired.” He said.

I looked back at him with eyes wide in shock. How did he know? It’s not like I had a shirt that says I am the break up planner.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said trying to brush off the fact that he knew my secret.

He chuckled and looked straight to my eyes, “Should I bring up the fact that you’re under 21 or that your name is Poppy Amelia Hart?”

I could feel my heart beating so fast that it’s beating out of my chest. How in the world did he know my secret?