I haven't been on in forever, I'm so so sorry! I just started at a new school, and it's been drama and homework (So much homework) and falling out with friends and crazy teachers and so much stuff being going on… I am so sorry! I have a free weekend and I have a hot chocolate with marshmallows and I pledge, to write as MANY one-shots as I can before my fingers fall off from typing.

Anyway, my one-shot for the moment was requested by Poppy isPretty- The song… Grenade (Ariana Grande Version) and the couple is Muffy and Jack. I hope you enjoy and again, sorry… ):

Jack's a lady's man, I knew that much when I first met him, he's tall and handsome and definitely knows how to flirt, I thought he was sweet when I first met him. I really did, but it's funny how first impressions don't always last.

I was naïve, I thought he really liked me. But obviously not, he used me and I was heart-broken. It kills me to see him with other girls. I didn't blame Flora, it's not her fault, even though I don't know her that well, I know she's smart, and sweet and funny. She's gorgeous as well, I felt so bad when I heard about what happened between them, how he broke her heart like a toy. It kills me I still think about him, that I still care. That I still love him.

I was his little joke, he must have had a good laugh about it, that I was this dumb girl, head over heels in love, for him to play with and tell what to do and how to dress and how to act. I tried to be perfect for him, but I still wasn't good enough.

I was cleaning some glasses when I saw him out the window, with a girl. Not Flora, from what I heard in the bar, he was with a girl from out of town, I felt bad for her. She had no clue, no clue what he was capable of, how many hearts he had broken, how many girls cried over him and how much pain and loneliness he could cause. I looked down, and put the cup away.

I'd still do anything for Jack, I looked back on some of our dates, like when I realised I loved him. We were at the Goddess pond, it was romantic at the Fireworks festival, he had put up lanterns with little candles in them and we lay on our backs and watched the fireworks. When they finished, he kissed me and told me I was more beautiful than the stars and the fireworks combined. I was in love.

I thought he was, too. I trusted him, that night I did things with him I'd never done before, not with anyone else. I'm sure he found that funny, something to laugh at aswell.

I was too ashamed to tell anyone, I was scared that if I told one of the girls that rumours would start, and the name calling that comes with them.

I sighed, I love Jack, I want to be with him, but it hurts so much. I closed my eyes, I'd die for him, I'd catch a grenade. He wouldn't do the same.