Haylen's POV:
"Gosh, it's okay." I handed the twelfth or eleventh tissue sheet to Zoey, who was a crying mess.
She sniffed, mucus running down her nose, "I can't bear this Haylen. It's just too much."
"Then you can as well die." I got up from the bed, "I warned you about that guy, didn't I? You crying here all day won't help a damn thing."
"He dumped me!." Zoey cried out, loud, and I rolled my eyes at that.
As much as I loved Zoey, what I hated about her—the one thing I hated about her was her stupid belief in love.
The word I despised more than I despised mushrooms.
Jacean Smiths, one popular hot ass at school had dumped her, and here I was, trying to console her sorry ass.
Like I didn't warn her before.
"Of course he'd dump you. He's a player. Not a notorious one, but still, for Goodness's sake."
She dropped the used tissue into a nearby dustbin, "He was the love of my life. He still is."
"And you are the hate of his life?." I mocked, "Do you think Jacean would be somewhere right now, crying his sorry ass off because of a stupid heartbreak? God, Zoey, you're an embarrassment."
"Thanks Haylen. The best thing to say to your bestie who just got her heart broken." She sniffed, "You are talking like this because you haven't experienced any feeling, despite the boys you date."
And she wasn't lying. As long as I could remember, I had always regarded love as nothing but a waste of time, a stupid four letters word that has deceived lots of girls and boys, causing them nothing but unnecessary heartbreaks.
My parents, who were very rich working class businessman and woman, made me believe there was nothing like love.
It was simply a pain in the ass.
"Thank God I'm not experiencing it. I'm not a hopeless romantic like you."
Zoey wiped her tear-stained face, "I really hate Jacean. I really wish to make him go crazy. Make him feel bad for what he did."
I stared around the room, lost in thoughts when an idea popped up in my head.
I looked at Zoey with a slight excitement.
"How about…I trample his heart?."
She gazed at me with confusion and wonder,
"What do you mean?."
I smiled craftily, "Jacean played you. I'm a player."
Realisation struck her, "Do you mean—."
"Yes I do. I will chase him until I am sure he'd be in love with me, before mercilessly breaking his heart like he did yours."
"Oh my Hay." Zoey got up and hugged me tightly, "I love you so much! I know I can trust you with this."
I patted her back, "It's this same love that's putting you in this dilemma."
Playing with Jacean would be fun, I thought. He was the only boy in Highschool that hated me.
I'd see how long he would stay without feeling my charm.