Outsmarting The Player

Love was just a silly game for a popular person who agrees to a petty bet with friends to seduce an ordinary person-and this ordinary person, namely me, I noticed this bet before it even started.

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Fleur leaned in. A smile curved on her lips.

Her beautiful face came closer and Diesel was enamoured.

Distantly, he could recall his promise to break this girl before him, to crumble and shatter her pride...

For what a petty bet? A freakish display of his 'Popularity?'

She was bespectacled, had freckles and slight acne scars but she was so beautiful in Diesel's eyes.

The girl which he had once mocked had become the light behind his soul and the ray of sunshine in his dark world. She was no longer someone he looked down on.

No, she was so much more.

And his heart ached. He knew he messed up; he knew what the outcome would be.

He wouldn't break her heart.

She would break his.

And it came sooner than he had thought.

He leaned in, trying to forget his regrets.

Yet, nothing happened.

Confused, he opened his eyes.

The look he saw on her face, chilled him to his core.

He would never forget it.

Her face held no smirk, no sadness: just disgust and blank monotony.

But he could tell, he affected her.

She had to feel something, right?

But his questioning only made what was to come hurt more.

She glared, staring at him in silent anger.

"It was today, wasn't it?" She sneered.

"C'mon, tell me where is the big reveal Diesel?'"

Her eyes flashed as she leaned menacingly forward.

The happy girl was no longer there, overcome with hatred instead.

"Guess what? I knew from the very fucking beginning,"

Shock wasn't enough to express what Diesel felt.

"You didn't play me, Diesel Hernandez, I played you."

And then she was gone, like a whirlwind, the same way she had come in, leaving his heart beating faster than it ever had.