Cynthia Wayne has had seven datemates in her life.

Simon Vang.

Nadine Hoffman.

Casper Moffett.

Lexi Braddock.

Brice Williamson.

Gwen Vass.

Marco Gibb.

Simon was in her science class in the eighth grade and had been her first boyfriend, and she really didn't count him that much; she'd dumped him after a week. The only reason she'd dated him in the first place was because Carly had a boyfriend and Simon had asked her out. She didn't even find him that attractive.

So, she figured, maybe she didn't like boys.

Nadine was a part of the year book club and was overall a sweetheart, so, Cynthia decided to give it a shot. She broke up with her after two weeks; still not very attracted to her.

So, she figured, she just didn't get attracted to people, and went on with her life.

Then, in the ninth grade, she met a boy named Casper, and damn. She'd been wrong about that no attraction thing; she'd just had never met her type.

It wasn't that Casper looked that different from the other boys, if anything, he was kinda sleazy; pinched features and slicked back hair. But that's not what excited her; it was that he was exciting. He put cherry bombs in the teacher's bathroom and he graffitied the school. And when Casper found out that Cynthia Wayne, cheerleader with double Ds, was interested in him, he willingly took her on his escapades. It was fun for a while, but, Casper got repetitive and he was too scared to do much more than a little vandalism, so she dumped him after a month.

Then, a month later, she met Lexi Braddock. She'd been waiting for Alfred to pick her up when she noticed that some of her male classmates were catcalling a passing woman. The woman gave them a hard look before pulling out her keys, and scratching FUCK U in their Rolls Royce. The woman must've heard Cynthia's raucous laughter, because she grinned and sat down on the bench beside her. As it would turn out, the seventeen year old Lexi was a bartender. Lexi would let Cynthia come sit in the bar and would give her enough alcohol so she was just under the limit. It was fun, for a while, but Cynthia got bored of sitting around all the time and would break up with her after a month and a half.

Next was Brice Williamson, not two weeks after her break up with Lexi. Cynthia actually met him outside of Lexi's bar while they were still dating, but, when he found out she'd broken it off with Lexi, he started hanging outside her school. Besides, rich kids were pretty reliable when it came to buying marijuana. Brice hooked her up with some pretty good stuff, but all he wanted to do was hang around and smoke all day, and that bored Cynthia fast, so she broke it off after three weeks.

Then came Gwen Vass, or, as she was known onstage; Cashmere. Cynthia met Gwen when she was abounded by her friends on Halloween and ran into Gwen, who let her use the phone in the club. Cynthia would hang out in the back room of the club and watch the dancers. They all liked her; they honestly weren't that much older than her, some of them weren't older than her. Even the owner liked her; although she always got the vibe he wanted her for some lesbian double act with Gwen. He even went so far to give her a stage name if she ever felt so inclined to join them. Most nights, the dancers who were on break would show her makeup tricks and teach her the best ways to scam horny men out of their money without even doing much. But, after four months and a loss of virginity in the back room, Cynthia broke up with Gwen; even strip clubs could become boring.

With her latest datemate, she returned to dating people at school when a boy name Marco Gibb transferred. At first, it seemed like every other relationship she had, a somewhat rough person that excited her. They ran around and had fun for two weeks, and then things got weird. Marco got clingy. Not, normal clingy, either, really clingy. He just wanted to spend all of his time with her, preferably at home. So, she dumped him. But, unlike the rest of her relationships; that wasn't the end of it.

Because Marco Gibb decided to bring a gun to school.

He stomped right into her classroom, shot her teacher and the next thing Cynthia knew, she was looking down the barrel of a rifle as Marco went on and on about he loved her more than life. She had a little bit of time to realize that this was the type of story she saw on the news, and that these stories always ended one way; unless she could change it.

"I would rather that you were dead than for you to be with someone else."

Looking back on it, there was a much different way she could've handled it; a way that was more likely to end in her favor, yet, she didn't think of that one.

"Marco, I am never going to want you."

Marco shut up as Cynthia spoke, her tone cold and mocking.

"So, go ahead, kill me, but I want you to know that I'm never going to want you. Killing me won't change that. Might was well put bullet in your mouth than put one in mine, Marco, because you're nothing to me. You're nothing to everyone. You would be better off dead."

Marco looked at her wide eyed before he slowly turned the rifle to face himself.

And, well, Cynthia knew she would never be able to live with herself if he actually killed himself. So, right before he pulled the trigger, she nudged the gun. It still got him, just didn't kill him.

Thankfully, soon after the police showed up and everything was a blur.

Marco ended up being diagnosed with Histrionic Personality Disorder and was put into a mental hospital.

But, Cynthia was never able to shake the memory of that moment. It never lost its power.

Its power of making her feel incredible.

She wanted nothing more than to feel that way again.

The adrenaline.

The feeling of power she'd held over life and death.

She could have let him kill himself, but she chose not to.

"Off the record, Missy, but ya shoulda let him go through with it," A police officer had told her later.

"I couldn't; I'm not a killer."

No.

Not yet.