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You broke my best friend's heart," he hissed, "and I'm going to make you regret it." "And how are you going to do that?" I'm going to make you fall in love with me. And then I'l break your heart."

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Guide: How to make her fall in love with you

»You broke my best friend's heart," he hissed, "and I'm going to make you regret it for the rest of your life." "Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that?" "I'm gonna make you fall in love with me. And then I'm going to do exactly what you did to him," he whispered. "Break your heart."

Savannah's point of view

*beep beep, beep beep*

I growled as I rolled on the other side of the bed and peeked on the stupid alarm clock. 6.30? a.m.? You got to be kidding me! Probably my lovely brothers turned it on just to make me angry, because they know I'm not really a morning person. I hate mornings, alarm clocks and everything connected to it. So I turned the alarm off with one swift motion and turned around again, trying to fall asleep. But someone had different plans.

Suddenly, I felt something cold and wet streaming down my hair. I shrieked and quickly jumped out of bed, shocked. My wet hair was blocking my sight, so I removed them. Then I glared at the person standing in front of me. Who would be so mean, selfish, cruel and so incredibly stupid?

Of course, there was standing my lovely brother, Nathaniel Williams. "You," I hissed furiously, narrowing my eyes. He was laughing so hard I thought he'd fall. He was holding his stomach and he was getting red in the face. "You s-…" he burst out laughing again. I just rolled my eyes and crossed my hands on my chest. That bastard didn't know who he was playing with. "-sh-h-hou-ld … s-seen …your …f-f-face!" He spit out and started laughing hysterically.

I was still watching him with an emotionless expression. Then I quickly grabbed my pillow and hit him so hard he fell on the floor. First he went silent, so I thought he learned his lesson, but then he started laughing even harder and rolling on the floor. "I s-should h-have … tak-ken … a picture!"

I glared at him again and gritted my teeth. Then I clenched my fists and released them, trying to calm myself. But why should I be calm? I mean, he did spill water on me, didn't he? I looked at him a few more seconds, and his laughter didn't seem to end.

Okay, that was enough. I grabbed a pillow again and jumped on him, hitting him on every possible part of his body. He grunted of pain as he rolled on his back and grabbed my wrists, making me unable to do anything. "Nate!" I shrieked as he turned me around that was lying with my back on the floor now. Then he jumped on top of me and pinned me on the floor. Stupid strong bastard with muscular arms.

He looked in my eyes and smirked. I bit my lip of anger and tried to get out of his grip, but he was too strong. "Oh, look at you, little sister," he smirked, his eyes sparkling evilly, "so helpless and pathetic." I gritted my teeth and shot him a deathly glare.

"You're so dead," I spitted out. He just chuckled and tightened his grip. "Oh yeah? That's very interesting!" he replied sarcastically, "because, when I last checked, you were the one pinned up by me. Just face it, girls are just weaker than guys. And, well, who can blame you, I do have muscular and strong hands and six-packs and well … you have nothing," he said and grinned devilishly.

Then, someone hit him in the head with a pillow so hard he fell on the floor and grunted. "Who says girls aren't strong, dumbass?" a female voice spoke mischievously and offered me a hand. I grinned and took it, helping myself to get up of the floor. "Thanks, mom," I said and kissed her on the cheek. "You're welcome, honey. Girls have to stick together, right? Now, get ready and take a shower, your hair look like there's a rat in them," she said and ruffled my hair. I rolled my eyes.

"Gee, thanks, you are an amazing mom!" I replied sarcastically. She winked and smirked at me. "Aw, thanks sweetie! But I already knew that, so next time, be more creative, okay? But thanks for the effort, though," she said and left the room with a cheerful laugh. I just rolled my eyes and smiled. My mom was … let's say she was something special.

I turned to Nate. "Who just got beaten by his own mom? Oh, let me think, it wasn't Nathaniel Jones, right? He can't be! He has strong, muscular arms, and six-packs, and girls have … well nothing." I teased him. "But still he's the one on the floor. That's a shame." I said and smirked devilishly.

"Shut up, I let her beat me off you because you're so boring," he replied and I smirked. "Yeah, you can comfort yourself with a lie, but I'll know it's true … And the whole school," I added, my eyes sparkling devilishly. He rolled his eyes. "You know, whatever. You're too boring so I can't talk to you."

He was still lying on the floor, probably not because he was hurt, but because he was too lazy to get up. I chuckled and offered him a hand. "You lazy ass," I murmured as he smirked and took it. He pulled me so hard I almost fell. "Watch it, you asshole," I said as I shoved him in the chest, "I almost fell because of you!"

He looked at me and pouted. Then he broadened his arms. "Come here," he said with a big goofy grin on his face. I widened my eyes and shook my head. "Oh no, I'm not doing this." I turned around and tried to escape, but he grabbed my waist, raised me and spun me around. I cried and laughed of joy.

Oh, I love my goofy brother, I really do. He truly makes me happy, he's funny, we laugh at the same things. Most people say we get along just because we're twins, but I know a lot of twins who don't get along as we do. And I'm really happy to have him and to share moments like this with him, because he makes me complete.

He started spinning slower and finally put me down. I turned to him and pouted. "That was it?" I asked him.

"Well sweetie, I got to get ready for school, since I was so kind I woke you up before I even dressed myself," I scoffed and he just continued, "and believe it or not, you're just heavy." He said and smirked. I gasped and narrowed my eyes. Then I crossed my arms on my chest.

"And you call yourself tough? How can you carry all of those hoes you sleep with and you can't even carry your own sister, who is lighter and smarter than them?"

"Well … they're hot, and you're my sister. Do the math, honey. Anyway, gotta get going, and you better hurry up, 'cuz Chace and Jay are coming to pick us up in 20 minutes, and like mom said, you have a rat in your hair." I rolled my eyes and hit him. He just smirked and started to walk away, when I stopped him, narrowing my eyes. "Wait, who's coming to pick us up?"

"Your boyfriend Chace and our best friend Jay," he replied and I stiffened. "Why," he asked amused, "Is there something wrong with that?"

"That asshole is not my best friend. In fact, he's not even my friend. Or my acquaintance. Or a person I know. He's more like my death enemy," I spit out angrily. "And if he's coming, I'm not sitting in that car. I hate him."

"Don't overreact, I hate it when girls do that," he sighed and ran a hand though his messy dirty blonde hair. "Just … go get ready quickly, we can't be late, I can't afford to get attention because I have soccer practice after school," he muttered and walked away in his room.

I stepped in the bathroom and looked at myself. Ugh, I look so gross. I can't go to school like that. What will people think? Ah, well… Maybe a shower will help. Otherwise, I swear I will beat the crap out of Nate, so he will come to school ugly. I slipped out of clothes and turn the hot water on.

I smirked at myself in mirror and got in the shower. I wonder what his hoes would think of him then? He always looked perfect and every girl on school practically threw herself in him. And I personally don't blame them. He was gorgeous, like any jock, of course. And so was Matt, my other brother. Actually, we're triplets. Funny, huh?

My mom raised us alone when she was 16, with a help from her parents, of course. Some guy just knocked her up and left her. Anyway, we don't like to talk about it. It's like we don't have a father, and for us, it's totally okay. I sure don't need anyone in my life who doesn't like me. I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a towel as I got out. I ran fingers through my hair and made a face. They still looked stupid and too messy. I grabbed a blow-dryer and started to dry my hair.

We love our mom and we help her as much as we can. And she is really cool. I'd say she's more like a friend to me, or bigger sister. We tell each other everything, and she takes it well. She has the same humor as we do, probably because she is younger than other moms, I mean, she's 31. We really respect her and what she had to went through just to give us birth and raise us.

When she was 14, she started her career as a model. She was in a lot newspapers, and like she told us, she was very popular in school. But when she got pregnant when she was 16, she wasn't able to continue modeling, of course, so she quit and started living a quiet, normal life. She always told us she wasn't living in hell these days, just the opposite. She had a lot real friends who stick up with her and helped her through her dark times, and I think she still hangs out with them.

When she was going on these courses for young moms, she met three girls who were in the same position as she was, and they became best friends. They even raised us all together, so no wonder why we became so close. Well, some of us.

I turned the blow-dryer off and looked at myself. My naturally long blonde hair was messy, but it wasn't so bad either, so I just shrugged. I'll leave them like that, It's not like I give a damn. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and all those things. Then I sighed and looked at the make-up corner.

I really don't have time for this today.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I looked on it. Shit, it's Chloe.

I groaned. I can't do this right now. But I knew how pissed she would be if I didn't pick up. So I did. Unfortunately.

"What?" I growled in the phone.

"Hey girl, and good morning to you too!" Her cheerful voice irritated me.

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to remind you of our agreement," she said and I could tell she was smirking. She knew I hated this.

I groaned in the phone. "I don't have time to do that now. Chace is coming to pick us up in a couple of minutes and I'm not even dressed."

"You promised!" she squealed, "you promised you'll wear make-up to school this year if you lose the bet! And you lost it, so get your lazy ass in the make-up corner and make yourself look pretty for once!" she demanded and I gasped.

"You think I'm ugly? Don't you trust in my natural and inner beauty?"

She snorted and I rolled my eyes. Typical. "No, I don't. Now go." Then the line went off.

I slowly walked to the table where mom and I keep our make-up. Well, where mom keeps her make-up. I'm not really up for those things. I don't even know what half of those are. Anyway, I grabbed mascara and applied it on my lashes. Stupid friends. Stupid brother with his bucket of water. Stupid hair. Stupid school. Stupid mornings. Stupid everything.

After I was done, I looked myself in the mirror. Hmm, maybe she won't be so happy if I put up just that. Hmm … I looked through all these stuff again and found a lipstick. I applied it on my lips and pouted. Well, this should work.

I got in my room and looked in the closet. "Savannah, come down, we'll be late!" shouted Nate and I just rolled my eyes. Well, bastard, if you wouldn't dump a bucket full of water on me, I wouldn't have to take a shower and we wouldn't be late. I quickly grabbed some shorts and a shirt without sleeves and put them on. Then I grabbed my purse and sunglasses and quickly looked at myself before stomping down.

"Morning," I sang as I entered the kitchen. They were all already there. My mom turned around from counter and smiled at me. "Hey sweetie, you look nice! And you're wearing a mascara, that's odd," she said as she walked to the table. I sighed. "Yep, I got a call from Chloe and she demanded I put on some make-up and she was just annoying so I agreed just so she could stop talking," I said and sat between my brothers.

"Well, why don't you just stop being her friend and do us all a big favor?" growled Matt. I turned to him. His head was basically lying on the table and I could see he was tired. "Somebody's cranky today," I teased him. Well, if he wouldn't have gone to so many parties this summer and wouldn't drink so much alcohol, he would feel better.

"Bro, I still don't know why you don't like her, I mean, I like her, she's funny, smart, hot, and because of that I have a feeling I will sleep with her someday," said Nate and winked. I glared at him and pointed my finger in his chest. "Don't you dare." He just chuckled and threw an arm around my shoulders.

"I don't know how you put up with her, truly. She's a bitch," Matt replied and stood up. He got to the fridge and took out yoghurt. Then he went to the cupboard and grabbed some cereals.

"I'll have the same," I said. He glared at me and I grinned. "Please, my pretty and smart brother."

"Yeah, count me in, bro," said Nate and grinned. Well, he is kind of a morning person, like mom, but me and Matt, we hate mornings. I mean, I could be asleep right now!

"Yes, son, be a sweetie and give me that too," said mother with a smile. Matt growled, but he did it anyways.

When he finally sat down after he served us all, my mother started talking about Chloe again. "I always thought you had a thing for her, though," she said thoughtfully. Matt started choking and I tapped his back. Then I looked at mom and rolled my eyes while smiling. She and I both knew, well, everyone knew Matt and Chloe absolutely hated each other, and they both enjoyed teasing each other, watching each other in pain, getting each other in trouble. But, you know, I thought they are overreacting, but I let them do anything they want. Sometimes, they're really fun to watch.

"She's a bitch! She's backstabbing, lying, manipulative, arrogant, self-confident bitch who can't admit she's wrong! Plus, she's a total fake," Matt spit out as he got some air.

I turned to him, feeling I have to defend my best friend a little. "Well, she's not such a fake like fake barbies you go out with! She's not fake at all!"

Matt opened his mouth to reply, but suddenly, we heard a honk in front of our house. "Hey, we got to go. Mom, can you do the dishes alone?" asked Nate as he got to his bag and grabbed it.

"Of course, honey! Why are you asking, do you want to do it?" she replied, surprised.

"Nope, I just wanted to sound like a good son," he grinned and opened the door. I got up and slowly picked up my purse and grabbed a denim jacket in case it gets colder. "Have fun mom, love you!" I greeted her as me and Matt stepped out of the house. I looked up in the sky. It was sunny and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. That was nice!

"Come on, we'll be late," said Matt, grabbed my arm and dragged me to the car. Nate was already there, and so was Chase, and … oh. I growled as I saw him sitting there. Jay Matthews. My sworn enemy since I can remember. He was laughing at something my brother just said and I shot him a deathly glare. I hate him. When he noticed me coming closer to the car, the expression on his face totally changed, and he looked really pissed off.

"You," I spitted out as I got to the car, "I hoped you'd get sick today and wouldn't come to school so I wouldn't have to look at your ugly face today."

Well, that wasn't entirely true, of course I don't want to look at him anymore than I have to, but his face is everything but ugly. I have to state a fact. He has messy blonde hair, like my brothers, and green eyes with long eye-lashes surrounding them. He's a jock, loves sport, girls, and as I heard, he even has good grades. He probably has a muscular body – not that I've seen it, or want to see it, but still – and he can practically have any girl he wants. Well, except for me. I wouldn't date him if he was the last guy on the planet. Never.

"Amazing," he replied with a voice, full of sarcasm. "You know, I prayed for you. But I guess my prayers weren't granted since your leg isn't broken," he said and turned around. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Then I turned away from him to my boyfriend Chace, who was sitting in the driver's seat, smiling at me. I smiled back and got in the seat next to him, while Matt and Nate had to sit there with stupid Jay. Haha, losers.

I turned to Chace and he was already looking at me. "Hey, girl, you look pretty," he murmured, as he came closer and gave me a soft peck on the lips. I smiled and looked in his baby blue eyes. "I missed you," I said and ran my fingers through his spiky black hair, pulling him in for another, deeper kiss.

"Guys, get a room, that's just gross, my best mate and my little sister making out," said Nate loudly, interrupting us. I smiled against Chace's lips, but pulled away anyway. Chace smirked and gave me another peck on the lips, and then finally started driving.

"That's just disgusting," said Jay with his annoying voice, "how can you actually kiss her, are you aware she's a bitch? Maybe you'll get a disease or something." I turned around and slapped him on his head.

"C'mon bro, that's my girlfriend you're talking about," replied Chace with an amusing smirk. "Plus, she's a bitch just to those who are rude to her, and that's just you, so I don't actually give a fuck what do you have to say." I smirked and Jay and stuck a tongue at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Bro, you're dating a baby," he said and tapped Chace's shoulder. My brothers chuckled and I crossed my arms. "Fuck off," I murmured.

"Anyways, what were you guys doing during summer when we weren't together?" asked Chace curiously.

Matt's head snapped up and he shot an angry look at Chace. Wow. He's really in a bad mood today. "Well, I was at Wilson's party last week," said Matt with angry voice. What's wrong with him?

"Oh yeah? I was there too! But I didn't see you, bro. What were you doing all night?" asked Chace, laughing. Matt shrugged, but didn't reply. What the hell? Is he sick?

"Oh, my bellowed school, if you knew how much I didn't miss you during summer," Nate cut in with a sad tone as we finally drove in front of the school. I sighed when I looked at it and regret I didn't pretend I was sick so I could sleep right now.

I groaned as I got out of the car. "Come on, babe, I'll walk you to class," said Chace as his arm slipped around my waist. I took another look of the building and knew just one thing.

This year will be hell.

Matt's point of view

I was really pissed today. Everything went wrong. I went to some party yesterday and got a bit too drunk, so today's getting up was hell. But I somehow managed to drag myself to school and here I was. Ugh. I hated school. And some people. I even don't know half of these people and they are still greeting me. I mean, what the hell?

"Hey, my boy is back!" someone with a pitchy voice greeted me. I looked back. Uh no. Alicia Lewis, the plastic bitch. She grabbed my hand and intertwined my hand with hers and smiled. "You free for lunch? I think we should catch up a bit and … stuff," she winked and trailed her fingers on my arm.

"Um, actually, I already have plans with Nate and others, sorry," I murmured and shrugged as I got out of her grip. I looked at her and she looked hurt. "Um … maybe some other time," I said and smiled at her. Her face lightened up and she gave me a quick peck on the cheek, close to lips. "Okay, I got to go now," I said and went away.

I sighed. Ugh, those girls irritate me. Why can't they see I don't like them if I give them signals? Why?! I was walking and I didn't really look in front, so I bumped in a dude with a black hoodie on his head. "Watch it, asshole," I hissed after him, but he didn't turn around. I just growled. I knew it was my fault, but I was so pissed off today I would get in a fight for nothing.

The second thing I was pissed off about, was Chace. When I was on Wilson's party, I did see him. He was totally drunk, and surrounded by girls all night. It was all right at first, because I knew he loves Savannah, but I guess that didn't stop him from cheating on her.

Yes, I caught him. Well, he probably didn't know, I just saw him making out with a blonde girl who looked like a slut, and the next thing I know was he was taking her to a room. I got really pissed off, but I was drunk myself, so I didn't actually know what I was doing, so I didn't stop him.

I kind of hoped I would forget. I mean, they have been together for a really long time, like from kindergarten. And it would be a shame their relationship would end like that and we couldn't stay friends. But it would be unfair because of Savannah. She had to know. And she wasn't that kind of a girl that would make a big deal out of it, so maybe we could all still be friends. At least I hoped so.

I got to the classroom I had the next lesson in, English, and looked for a free seat. Then, someone bumped in me. I turned around and saw that guy with a black hoodie and I got mad. "What the fuck is your problem?" I raised my voice and shoved him in the chest, when I realized he didn't have flat chest. He had boobs. And, well, in case this isn't some really fat guy, than that had to be …

"Fuck," I muttered underneath my breath, "you're a girl, um … I'm so sorry, I didn't-"


She slapped me. Yes, that bitch slapped me. Across my face. And it hurt like hell. But I somehow managed to keep calm and smirked at her. She was looking at me angrily. She had long black hair and blue eyes. "Get the fuck away from me," she hissed and shoved me in the chest, before she walked away on her seat.

Ugh. I can't believe how quickly I can start hating an unknown girl. I think I could break a record. I looked around the classroom to find a free seat and I spotted one. But there was a problem. It was between two bitches. Chloe Davis and feisty chick. And I hated them both. I groaned and gritted my teeth.

"Are you going to take your seat, Mr. Williams, or do we have to wait a little more?" asked a cheerful voice behind me. I turned around and found English teacher, Miss. Smith looking at me, amused. I looked down and swore. Yeah, she didn't exactly like me, so I certainly won't play with fire, so I just nodded and sat between them.

I was so angry. I couldn't even make up my mind which bitch I hate more, though I'm pretty sure Chloe would win, because I've gone so many years hating her it already became my habit. But there she was. I leaned back and looked at her. She took off her hoodie so I could see her dark long hair. Underneath, she was dressed like a girl, but I still didn't get the hoodie. I mean, hoodies are for guys, right?

Anyway, it looked like she's a teacher's pet. She was listening and writing every word Miss White said in her notebook. And I couldn't care less. Though her eyes were pretty. They were blue, just like mine – mine were still prettier – but still. She wasn't wearing a lot of make-up like other girls. Probably because she's a geek.

On the other hand, I looked at Chloe. She was listening to the teacher carefully. I knew she wasn't a geek, but somehow, she managed to get really good grades. She had naturally blonde hair, which was really long and straight, and her shape was hot. But her personality was the one that destroyed her looks.

Suddenly, I guess a teacher asked something, both of girls' hands shoot up. Chloe glared at the other girl and I smirked. This will definitely be fun. Chloe was always the one answering questions, and now, maybe she got a little competition.

"Yes, Miss White?" said teacher. Now I know her surname. White. I peeked at Chloe. She looked pissed. I leaned on the table and got closer to her. "Now you have some competition," I whispered in her ear and she shivered. "You always thought competition is healthy. But not when she is better than you." She stiffened and I smirked. She shot me a deathly glare. "Go to hell, Williams."

I opened my mouth, but Miss Smith cut in. "Is there something you'd like to add, Mr. Williams?" she asked and raised her eyebrow. I shot her one of my charming smiles. "No, I think Miss White," I peeked at her, "said everything that's needed to say."

Teacher looked at me with an amusing expression. She knew I wasn't listening. But she just shrugged. "Okay, so we're moving on. Now, this year, I decided, that I'm going to grade you a bit differently," she said and I groaned. It's the first day and she's talking about grades. Geez.

"Anyways, you'll be doing a project in groups of three. But, since this project is also about getting to know other people and becoming friends, getting over your grudges and so on, I decided I will pick the groups. So, listen up, here we go." She started reading random names of people I didn't even know they existed. God, I hate that I have to have every class with different people I don't know. It's a fucked up system.

"… and Williams. Okay, that's it." Oh, fuck.

"Wait, what? Who am I with again?" I asked, confused. Miss Smith sighed. "Mr. Williams, you're in a group with Miss. White and Miss. Davis."

I widened my eyes and opened my mouth. "But, Miss Smith, I can't work with them!" I cried.

"And why can't you work with them?" she asked with an amused expression. She knew I hated Chloe, and she's probably doing just to fuck up my life.

"Because … I hate them! We possibly can't get along!"

"Well, as I said, this project is also about connecting and forgetting about grudges in the past. So, don't be a baby, Mr. Williams, and if you don't want to fail my class, you'll just have to do it." She turned away from me and continued. "Now, this is a project we'll be working for a long time. I still haven't decided, what exactly I want you to do, but you have time until the end of the semester so I will tell you when I decide. And until then, I want you to ..."

I leaned back and glared at both of them. That's just great. None of us likes each other, but I have to do it anyway, because otherwise, this project can cost me everything.

This just may be the worst year possible.

Nate's point of view

I looked around nervously, but she wasn't there. That was odd. I haven't seen her today, and it was already a lunch break. I thought she will continue where she left last year, sending me love letters, drawings, gifts and stuff like that. And frankly, yes, I was kind of afraid of her. Not like that, but she was making me nervous.

Her name is Brook Evans. She's one of Savannah's best friends, and she fell in love with me when she came on this school three years ago. She looks like a geek, nicely said. She has plain brown hair, which is always straight, and glasses, and she has this weird style which reminds me of my grandmothers. She's super smart, but she is also creepy. For her body shape, I wouldn't know, she was always wearing baggy clothes. I somehow would feel sorry for her, but she freaks me out.

"Hey, my man, where have you been," someone threw an arm around my shoulder and I looked at him and smirked. "Jones, my bro," I greeted him and grinned.

"You going to cafeteria?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, of course I am. I hope that table is still ours, though."

"Of course, man, and if it's not, we'll just take it back, right?" he chuckled and led me towards the cafeteria. In the hallway, I spotted Matt.

"Hey, bro," I shouted. He raised his head and nodded when he saw me. What's up with him today? He looks fucked up and cranky.

"Hey," he murmured as he came closer. He looked really pissed off. "What's wrong, bro?" I asked him.

"I just found out that if I want to pass English in Miss Smith's class – you know what a bitch she is – I have to fucking work the whole fucking semester with fucking Davies and another fucking chick that came on my fucking nerves today," he hissed furiously. "Fuck," he shouted and kicked the floor. I raised my eyebrows. Wow. Lots of fucks. I totally get him though, I know how much he hates Chloe and all. And this really must piss him off, because he almost never swears. Usually, I'm the one.

When we came in the cafeteria, I heard shouts and whistles. I smirked and winked at a couple of hot girls that were looking at me and started walking towards our table, which was filled with my friends from soccer and cheerleaders. They were cool, I guess, but just for sex. I could never talk to them like I talk to Chloe, for instance. Yeah, she might hate Matt but we're sort of best friends. She's a cool chick, and she's not like she looks like.

I greeted my friends and sat down on my usual seat, surrounded by cheerleaders. They all started touching me and talking to me it really pissed me off. So I was glad when Jones cut in.

"Hey, Williams," he spoke and I raised my head. "Yeah?"

"Are you up for a little bet?" he said and I smirked. Oh, I'm always up for a bet. Especially if it contains girls, that's what I'm the best with.

"So," he spoke, "I bet hundred bucks you can't get one particular girl to fall in love with you. Like really fall in love, not that she forgets you the next day and-"

"Okay, I get it," I cut in. This will be easy. The easiest hundred bucks earned. "Say the name," I challenged him and he smirked.

"Okay. Brook Evans." I choked on my own spit. "What?!" I spit out.

"You heard me, your little stalker, Brook Evans. I bet you can't make her fall in love with you until the new years' party at Parker's. So, are you up?" he asked and smirked mischievously. He pulled out a hand and offered it to me. I should have known then he had something going on! But, of course, I'm an asshole, so I shook it and smirked. "Get ready to loose hundred bucks, moron," I said as I stood up. The whole table cheered loudly and I just smirked.

I looked around the cafeteria and spotted Savannah with Chloe and an unknown friend. She must have been new, because I would already spot such a pretty girl. She looked hot, she had long light brown hair, which were curled nicely, and big brown eyes which were emphasized with a color pen. I smirked. Maybe, when I'm done with Brook, I could hook up with her. Maybe I won't even have to wait that long.

I came to their table and sat beside the new girl. "What do you want, brother?" asked Savannah with a bored tone. I shot her a smile. "I was wondering, where's your little friend, Brook."

Savannah raised her eyebrows as her lips curled up. Suddenly, she burst out laughing and so did Chloe. I looked at them weirdly, and turned to hot girl. She smiled and spoke with a sweet, soft voice. "Well, why do you want Brook Evans? Do you have a thing for her?" I choked and started laughing, as she raised her eyebrows. "Um, I sorry," I apologized and took her hand in mine, "it's just that she's …" I chuckled, "… well, she's not my type. You'll understand when you'll see her. Believe me, baby, I'd rather hang out with you," I said and shot her my smile every girl melts in.

"What did you say your name was?" I asked and smiled flirtatiously. She looked at me and smirked. Then she offered me a hand. "I'm Brook Evans." She smiled sweetly, took a smoothie and spilled it on my head. The whole cafeteria burst out laughing and shouting and I just gulped and looked at her.

This year will be fucked up.

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