'He told me he liked me.
He gave me a piece of his heart; I did the same for him.
Then he took his and my heart and left.
I bet he's running off to tell all his little friends about how he used me.
I bet he's running off to his little girlfriend.
I hope he breaks her heart like he did mine.
I loved him and he hurt me.
If that thing he calls a friend can have him I definitely can.
It's a no brainer; everyone can see she just wants the belt.
She doesn't deserve him.'
I sighed and looked at the poem I'd been writing. I didn't know if it made any sense, my eyes were still glazed with tears. I hated his stupid blue haired friend, my competition. However, I couldn't do anything; he loved her, not me. It's so annoying. What's wrong with me? Ok, rhetorical question; it's a matter of opinion I guess. Anyway, I've been hurt. And I planned to get revenge.
I sat down at my desk in my room and thought. I had to do something to make El Tigre like me and forget about Frida. Suddenly, a flash back flowed into my mind that made me grin the evil grin that everyone gets after they formulate revenge.
It was a cold day. El Tigre and Frida had been playing Frisbee when they began to argue.
"Can we do something else now, Manny?" Frida asked.
"No, not yet. I want to train a little more."
"This isn't training. It's supposed to be fun. Ever heard of it?"
"Whatever. If you don't wanna stay, then be my guest and go away."
"Dude, I'm just saying." Frida said, crossing her arms.
"Whatever."
And then it happened. It somehow turned into a full fledged fight. El Tigre wouldn't talk to Frida for a whole week. As it turned out, that was the week he'd break my heart.
I grinned again. I knew what I'd do. I jumped up and took off. I got to the park as quick as I could. I saw him and his little blue haired pest chatting as they played cards. I snuck over to listen in.
"Would you rather date Sergio or Chipotle?" Manny asked.
"Is neither an option?" Manny laughed.
"Ok, me or Black Cuervo?" Frida asked. Manny choked on his soda. Perfect. Frida reached over and smacked him on the back of his head. I shoved the bowl of jell-o under his head and shoved him in. Manny looked up at Frida and glared. Then he laughed and picked up his soda.
"You wouldn't." Frida said as her eyes widened. Manny put his best 'Watch me' face on. Between that and his smile, I don't know which was hotter. And with that, he sloshed it on her.
"I give up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I actually shouted. Then I clapped my hands over my mouth and left just as Manny turned around.
I needed to think of the perfect revenge. Then it hit me.
