He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing.
He drank alcohol, I drank water.
He smirked, I smiled.
He didn't love me, I didn't love him.
He and I together wouldn't last a day.
And then the game started...
He said he found me intriguing, unique, interesting because I didn't swoon over him.
"You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways."
It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.
[highest ranking: #1 teen fiction]
