Again. It's happened again. I've tried so damn hard to avoid this kind of pain, but the harder that I try, the more that it happens. If it wasn't enough that Bryson took away my virtue and then broke-up with me literally right after, I had to go and get myself twisted up with another guy, who did the same thing. And another. The only difference being that the last two didn't actually take away my virtue; they just took me for the fun, and left right after. You would think that I would have grown immune to it after Bryson or Luke, but like they say, third time's the charm. After Jackson, that really was it.
"Hey, Em," my roommate, Beth, says as she enters the room.
I look up at her and give her a fake smile. I feel like collapsing- going to sleep and never waking up- but that wouldn't help anything. "Hey." My voice is still weak and cracked, but that's better than not having a voice at all.
"Still bummed, huh?" she asks as she takes a seat next to me on my bed.
"No," I squeak. "It's just that I trusted him. I really did. But that's all over now."
"You know, why don't you turn the tables a bit?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, completely intrigued by the conversation turn.
"Be a player, play their game. Send them mixed signals, make them fall in love with you. And then, after you've them under your spell, rip the rug from underneath their feet and make them wonder where the hell the rug was in the first place," she grins.
"I really would like to teach a damn player a lesson, but I don't know who to sink my claws into." I rest my elbows on the tops of my legs and lean down into the palm of my hands, furrowing my brows together in thought.
"What about Harry?"
I lean up slightly and look at her, raising one of my eyebrows at her as if to ask 'are you crazy'. "Harry? Really? I don't think my game would work on him- I think it would backfire on me and that I would lose," I frown. "I can't lose," I mutter.
"Yes, that's true, but Harry also has a soft spot for girls who are sassy and sarcastic, and for girls who talk back to him. Em, admit it- you win there," she teases.
Ah yes- I do win there. Who knows? Maybe I can get little ol' Harry wrapped around my finger before he can even blink. I smirk at the thought. Just imagine- Harry Styles wrapped around my finger after I've got him to fall head over heels with me, and he loses. "Alright," I say to my roommate and best friend as I sit back up completely straight. I turn to look at her, accepting the challenge. "I'll do it. I'll make Harry Styles lose."
"Styles!" I shout at the boy who has just left the store that I work at. Luckily, my shift was ending at the same time.
He turns around to face me, the wind blowing his brown hair around his face as his green eyes pierce me. "What do you want, Cole?" he growls.
"Someone's not a happy camper," I mumble, barely audible. "I want to make a proposal."
"A proposal?" he scoffs. I glare at him as I cross my arms across my chest. "What kind of proposal?"
I smirk at him. "I like to call it The Game."
He arches an eyebrow at me, eyeing me conspicuously. "Okay," he speaks up after a few minutes. "I'm listening."
"I heard you're a player, so let's play a game. Let's sweet talk. Let's play fight. Let's talk 24/7. Let's tell each other good morning and good night every day. Let's take walks together. Let's give each other nicknames. Let's hang out with each others' friends. Let's go on dates. Let's talk on the phone all night long. Let's hold each other. Let's hug and kiss each other."
"What's the catch?" he asks, his eyes glinting with something that looks like hope. Why would Harry Styles be hopeful of a little challenge? Ah, yes. He thinks he can win. I smirk at the thought.
"And whoever falls in love first- loses."
"Hmm..." he pauses, thinking for a moment. God, that boy can think forever if you let him. "I'll think about it," he shrugs, trying to pass for impassive. Oh look, more thinking. I wonder who could have seen that coming.
I inwardly smirk at my subconscious whose fearful eyes are flashing between Harry and I. She obviously doesn't like the idea. She swears someone will be hurt in the end and she swears it's me, and though I've built up a wall to keep the intruders out of my heart, a part of me knows that she's right. "You have three days, that's it. There will be no extensions- that's the deadline. Take it or leave it."
"Take it," he smirks. "Hey listen, I have to go now but I'll talk to you later. Cole," he nods. And with that, he walks away.
"Yeah, whatever," I mumble. I watch as the green-eyed asshole walks down the block. Maybe this will be fun? I don't want to fall in love- not anytime soon and definitely not with Harry Styles- but if he gives me enough time, he will.
"How was work?" Beth asks me as I enter the living area and toss my bag onto the counter that connects to the kitchen.
I lean over the countertop and watch as she mixes some sort of food- I think. You never know with her cooking. "Alright, I guess. Guess who I ran into today?"
"Hmm, I don't know. Who?" I can see her grinning at me but her face stays down.
When Beth lifts her face to look at me, we're both smirking. "And?" she encourages.
I shrug. "He said he'd think about it but he looks very interested. I'd say he wants to do it."
"Mhmm," she hums as she returns her attention to whatever food poisoning she is working on. Remind me to call the American Association of Poison Control in the morning after puking up my insides.
I walk into my en-suite and turn the water on in the sink. I grab my toothbrush and run it underneath the water before grabbing my toothpaste and putting some on the brush. After closing my toothpaste back, I put it back in its spot on the corner of the counter and start on brushing my teeth. Top right, back, forward. Top right, back, forward. Top left, back, forward. Top left, back, forward. Bottom right, back, forward. Bottom right, back forward. Bottom left, back, forward. Bottom left, back, forward. Right cheek, up, down. Right cheek, up, down. Left cheek, up, down. Left cheek, up, down. Tongue, back, forward. Tongue, back, forward. Base of mouth, back, forward. Base of mouth, back, forward. Front of top teeth, circle, circle, circle. Front of bottom teeth, circle, circle, circle. Spit. Rinse. Repeat.
I rinse off my toothbrush and put it back in its spot by the toothpaste before rinsing out my mouth with some mouthwash. I walk back into my bedroom and peel the duvet from my bed. I plug in my phone and turn the light off before crawling underneath the duvet. I pull the duvet back over me and get comfortable and warm. Sighing, I think off all that has happened in the past seven months and how I may finally be able to get my vengeance.
Falling asleep, I think of the green-eyed asshole and hope that he agrees to play the game.