The Heartbreakers

In a land called Raelia lived the Heatbreakers. People that are sent to Earth to break hearts. The more hearts you break, the higher your ranking, and the higher your ranking, the more 'respected' you are. It's weird, but that's what that world is like. One of the top Heartbreakers is called Zach Clayton. He was famously known as the 'Build and Tear'. Building the girls' hopes high and tearing them apart. But when Zach meets Ashley, he feels this pull towards her. To him, she was different, and the last thing he wanted to do was to break her heart. But that was what he was supposed to do. When he finally figured out that he loves her, it meant one word. Chaos Will he choose to break her heart or stay with her? Does he have a choice? The description may not sound so good but please finish the story, it's got an extreme plot twist ending. Please read the story :)

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6. Chapter Six

t that my plan was going well.

  "The heck were you jealous for? " She asked, voice noticeably softer.

  "You were so nice to him and you treated me like shit on the bathroom floor." I said, gesturing vaguely towards the guy lying on the ground.

  “Cause you are, idiot." She said back, squirming a little.

  "Oh just be quiet and enjoy this." I said and I hugged her even tighter. "Nobody is allowed to do this to you except for me."

  "Are you drunk? Or high?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "Clear as the sky." I said with a little chuckle and gave her a lopsided grin. "Don't let anyone get on top of you again." I said.

  "That sounded so, so wrong dude."

  "It's supposed to be." I said and pulled back while smirking. She pushed away from me and gave me a grossed out look.

  "Ew. G-ross" She said and walked back inside, though she did turn back and glance at me before disappearing into the crowd. My plan was going well. And you might be wondering what this ‘plan' I’ve been talking about this whole time.

  Well, I have learnt that girls fall for guys when they think they care about them and think that they are jealous for them. If that truly works on her, I may be able to get close enough to her and then her heart will just be another one that I break.

Ashley's POV

  When I went back out to look for Kyle, he was gone so I just shrugged it off and walked back in, I looked for Emma, and I saw her dancing in the crowd. I decided to join her and we both danced to the music.

  After a while, I got tired and I went to the kitchen to get another drink. I opened up the bottle of orange juice and poured some of it into my cup. Before I could even take a sip, it was pulled out of my hands.

  I looked up and met Zach’s eyes. "You gotta learn how to appreciate the miracle that is alcohol babe.

  "No thanks, I don’t drink." I said and tried to take back the cup but he just poured it’s contents into the sink. I stared open mouthed as the orange liquid swirled down the drain, and I glared at him.

 

  "You gotta learn how if you want to come to parties like this and actually enjoy yourself," he said. I shook my head adamantly and opened the fridge for the third time that night to take the bottle of orange juice out but it too was snatched out of my hands. I glared at Zach, annoyed at his presumptuous, cocky attitude. 

  "Dude. Just. Give. It. Back.”

  "Don't be such a perfect little good girl." he said and smirked, again.

  "I am one, and that won't ever change." I said and tried to snatch the bottle out of his hands, but he lifted it over his head before my fingers even had the chance to skim the plastic. And damn it he was tall. He looked genuinely surprised.

  "So you're not going to try and deny that you are a good girl?" he asked.

  "Why should I? I'm not one of those girls that denies it and then gets herself drunk and knocked up before the daybreak." I snapped.

  “That’s smart of you, I should have expected it from you though." he said and I just shrugged.

  "Just give it back please. I'm really, really thirsty." I made a jump for it while he was distracted but he was quick and he opened the bottle and poured the remainder of it’s contents into the sink.

"What the hell dude!"

  He got a vodka bottle out of nowhere and poured some of it into a cup, handing it to me. The mildly bitter smelling liquid looked so tempting to my dehydrated self. I was so thirsty.

  "Just try it. One cup doesn't get you drunk good girl,” he said and looked me in the eye. “Well, unless you’re a lightweight.”

  I hesitated but my thirst got the better of me and I put the cup to my lips. I drank the fiery liquid and instantly, my throat felt like it had been set on fire. I started coughing.

  After a while the burn went away.

  “It's not that bad, is it?” he said and smirked.

  My head started to pound and my limbs felt numb. I shook my head in an attempt to rid myself of the weightlessness and I held onto the counter for support. I could vaguely remember myself walking out of the kitchen and And after a while, I blacked out.

  One cup doesn't get you drunk my ass.

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