Like "The Plan" I have decided to rewrite and reupload this story. I originally planned to upload it on another account, but I decided it would be best to reupload it on my original account. I think it feels more special this way. :)
The plot is basically the same as the original version, with some changes of course. I hope you like the it.
Chapter One:
"B-but I thought you loved me!" The sound of yet another heartbroken girl resounds through the hallways. "We've been going out for two weeks!" A sob is added to the already developing mix of tears and sniffles.
The blonde she is addressing simply rolls his eyes in annoyance, running his fingers through his hair. He glances around, seeming amused with the growing audience. He turns back to the crying girl. "I'm sorry, but it just wasn't working out between us, Kelly." He shrugs as if the girl crying in the middle of the hallway one foot away from him is no big deal. He removes himself from his position leaning against her locker and starts walking past her down the hall.
"My name's Kelsey!" The sobbing girl yells after him, bursting into another set of tears.
"Whatever." He calls back, a wolfish smirk growing on his face as he continues on his merry little way, all eyes on him. He doesn't seem to have a glimpse of concern or care that she is clearly upset with him, as he continues to glide down the linoleum floors. The jerk even has the nerve to cast a wink in the direction of some girls as he walks by them.
The nerve of him.
My eyes narrow into a scowl as he passes by me and it takes everything in me not to jump in front of him and tell him off. That, and the fact that my best friend Trish's hand quickly grabs my arm, holding me back.
Curse me for having a best friend who knows all of my instincts. That's what happens when you've been best friends with someone since grade school.
"Ally, calm down before you say anything that you'll regret." She says, looking at me with wide eyes.
"I wasn't going to say anything!" I protest, shaking out of her grip on my arm.
"Oh, really?" A knowing look appears on her face, as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Fine, I was." I give in, crossing my arms over my chest. I could never lie to her. For one, because she's my best friend and I don't have the heart to. Two, because she would see right through me even if I tried. "But in my defense, he really deserves it." I frown, anger boiling inside of me as I see the fleeting figure of the blonde make a turn and disappear down another hallway.
"As much as I would love to see that happen, and trust me, I would, I think you are way out of your league here." Trish puts her arm on my shoulder in a reassuring gesture. "Seriously, Ally? What is someone as little as you supposed to do to someone like Austin? Do you think he'll listen to you? Do you think he will care about what you have to say? Do you think he'll be scared by you at all? I mean no offense, but he's a giant compared to you. He'll probably scare you instead of vice versa."
"Hey." I exclaim, turning back to her, the frown still on my face. "That's not true."
Trish leans against her locker, giving me another knowing look. I roll my eyes and sigh, leaning my back against my own locker.
I knew she was right. There really wasn't much I could do. But, the morally right person inside of me wanted to give Austin a good telling-off. He had been doing this – breaking countless girls' hearts – since the beginning of high school. Ever since he first moved to Miami at the start of freshman year. Being captain of the football team didn't help. The fact that he was in a band and the lead singer, no less, only made it worse; it made him more desirable and irresistible to the female population at Marino. The name of the band didn't help either - Juliet's Balcony.
It was as if everything in the Heavens aligned for him, making the perfect heartbreaking machine.
Breaking hearts was like a game for him and his douchebag friends and bandmates; a form of entertainment, a way to pass time.
It disgusted me. Did they have no morals? No hearts? Playing with others people's emotions like that was not funny. It wasn't a joke and it most definitely wasn't a game.
"That guy needs a serious reality check though." I turn and tell her, shrugging her off, feeling defeated. She was right. I had no chance against the blonde.
"You can say that again." The raven-haired Latina agrees.
"It's not fair how he thinks he can just walk around here and string girls along until someone better comes along, playing with their feelings and dropping them like some piece of garbage. He has no respect for other people's feelings except his own. It's all just a game to him and his stupid friends, at the expense of those poor girls. It's absolutely disgusting." I say, folding my arms over my chest.
"Simmer down there, hothead."
I give her an unamused look, folding my arms over my chest.
"What's gotten you so fired up this morning?" Trish teases. "I've never seen you this passionate about anything besides school."
"I've just finally had it with Austin." I say, waving my hands in the air. "Who the hell does he think he is walking around here like some sex god, thinking he's all high and mighty? And to make things worse, everyone treats him like he's the greatest thing to ever grace the face of the Earth. As if his ego needs any more reasons to expand. It's already the size of Jupiter."
"That's Austin Moon for you. Been that way since he first stepped foot into here three years ago. Why is this such a big surprise to you all of a sudden?"
"It's not a surprise. It's just finally getting on my nerves. He goes around doing what he pleases and no one moves a finger to stop him. It's like everyone else is waiting to see who his next victim is. Rather than trying to put a stop to his heartbreaking, they egg him on!"
"Someone had a little too much sugar in their coffee this morning." Trish says with a smirk.
"Please, Trish." I scoff. "You know I don't drink my coffee with sugar. And besides, it was a latte. Coffee and lattes are completely different beverages."
"Coffee is coffee, Ally." She deadpans. "All I'm saying is that maybe you should cut back a little. It's making you go slightly AWOL."
"I'm fine Trish. It's just really annoying seeing him feel so proud of himself for having the ability to make a girl cry. It's only Monday and he's up to it again! This has got to be the third one just this month! That's a new record, even for him. I mean, who in their right mind would find joy and pleasure in making someone else cry? That's not normal! It's horrible. What kind of human being does that?" I rant, my arms gesticulating for emphasis.
"Okay Ally, you seriously need to calm down. People are starting to stare." Trish whispers, glancing at the numerous pairs of eyes looking at us.
"I don't care." I answer, though I do begin to talk quietly. I feel my cheeks burn at the ungarnered attention I'm receiving. "I've just had enough and it's about damn time that something be done about his little attitude and ego. Especially since no one has done anything about it yet. Someone has really got to give him a taste of his own medicine and show him what it's like to be at the receiving end of a broken heart." I huff.
"Why not you?" Trish offers, jokingly. Or so I think.
"Ha-ha, hilarious." I deadpan. "As if I could actually do something about him. That's a knee slapper. You said it yourself. How would someone as tiny as me actually be able to teach him a lesson? What would I do? Get him to fall for me and break his heart by breaking up with him in front of the entire school?" I laugh at the absurd idea.
To my dismay, Trish isn't joining in my laughter. Instead, she looks rather interested in the idea, her eyes calculating, as she turns to face me. "That's actually a good idea."
"Come on Trish." I roll my eyes.
"I'm serious Ally. Think about it. No one would expect you two to go out, nevertheless for you to break his heart. It's perfect."
"No, Trish. No, just no." I shake my head. "You've got to be kidding me. Why would I have anything to do with him? That douchebag is a grade-A jerk and pain in my ass. What makes you think I would want to spend more time with him than I already have to? Why don't you do it, since it's your brilliant idea?"
"Me? Have you seen me Ally? You know every little thing he does ticks me off. If I was dating him, I'd strangle him within the first five minutes. Plus, I wouldn't be able to stand that redheaded friend of his." She shudders.
"You mean Dez?" She nods. "He's not that bad."
"I would rather jump into a boiling volcano, Ally."
"And what, I would be able to stand him?" I counter.
"Yes! You have more self control than I do, especially around Dez. And, you're the only other girl who hasn't and won't fall for his tricks in this school, besides me." She places her hands on my shoulders. "You are the ideal girl for this." She then adds, "Plus, you were the one who suggested someone would do something about it. It's your idea, not mine."
"Nu-uh. No way. I won't do it. It's a suicide mission." I shake her hands off of me. "Besides, it's not like it will work. He's already stuck in his ways. He'll get what's coming to him once we graduate and he ends up flipping burgers at McDonalds and living in his parents' basement."
"Harsh." Trish laughs, nudging me playfully.
"Seriously though, Trish, there's no point in trying to teach an old dog new tricks."
"Come on Ally! Don't you want to be a legend? Don't you want to do something to spice up your high school experience? This is our senior year and what's the most exciting thing you can say that you've done in the past three years? Gotten an A on everything? That's not very interesting or fun."
I am about to protest, but the look she gives me quickly shuts down any thoughts of objection from me.
"Do you want to be known as that nerdy girl in high school? Or, do you want to make a real name for yourself? You'll go down in history as the girl who broke the heartbreaker's heart! Just picture it all going down, Ally! It would be so epic! All of the girls will look up to you. You'll be an idol!"
"The only thing they'll do is laugh at me for even going out with Austin. He and I really don't mix in the social circle. I'd have better luck dating Zac Efron or someone famous like him."
"Please Alls! Just two weeks. That's all I'm asking for. Two measly weeks to break his heart and then it'll be over. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Come on Trish." I roll my eyes. "There's no need to waste any more time on this idea. It's not like it will work, anyway. I wasn't even that serious when I brought it up. You're right, I just had a little too much caffeine this morning."
"That's not true." Trish says, looking at me with an intense gaze. "You know you were actually one-hundred percent serious about wanting to do something about Austin."
"Yeah, well I realized that it won't work. We'd just be wasting our time. Besides, I don't care about being a legend or whatever. I just want to be done with high school and move on. Get into NYU or Harvard and follow my dreams of becoming a lawyer."
"But this can help you get into NYU or Harvard! This can be your admissions essay, Ally. Just think about it. 'How I Broke the Heart of the Heartbreaker.' No admissions officer would turn down an essay like that. It'll definitely make you stand out among the other candidates."
"No, Trish." I shake my head with finality. "I'm not going to do it. It's one thing for him to go around breaking girls' hearts. I would be no better if I did the same to him. Let's just forget about it. He will get what's coming to him sooner or later."
"Come on Ally! Please! For once in your life, do something bold and daring."
"No, Trish. Sorry, but I'm not doing it." I take out my Economics book and close my locker.
The bell rings just as the words leave my mouth. I flash my best friend an apologetic smile and disappear into the crowd of students, making their way to homeroom.
Let me know what you thought about this chapter. I don't know when I will update this story again. I have about 10 chapters already written, more or less, but my update schedule (which is pretty much nonexistent at this point) will depend on any free time i have.
That being said, I hope you liked this chapter, whether or not your read the original story.
Until next time, write on my lovelies,
~ honesthannah