"He's dangerous." My best friend told me in a cryptic mumur.
"He is?" I asked, peeling my eyes off of the man that we were discussing.
"I don't expect you to know this since you are new to town, but he's the player of Central." Rebecca whispered to me. "Most of the woman in Central have went out with him, and regretted it."
"Did you?" I asked her, eyeing her engagement ring that was definately not bought from that man.
"Yes." Rebecca confirmed my suspicions.
"You must be new here." The playboy of Central asked me as I walked past, but I refused to acknowledge his presence, or the question that he had asked me.
I walked past, keeping my face carefully expressionless.
"Are you?" He repeated as if I hadn't heard him the first time.
I expected that to be all that he would say to me in our whole lives; I was wrong.
"Roy, are you serious?" My best friend, Hughes, questioned me about my decision.
"I am." I answered; the challenge of getting new girl's attention excited me in a way that I hadn't been in a while.
"She could always fall for you; she isn't a hopeless bimbo like most of the girls you date." Hughes warned me.
"No girl can resist my charms. All girls are the same." I retorted.