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{Sorry for it being short}

Chapter 24

[Alex's POV]

I took in massive yoga fire breathes repeatedly. My hands clamped shut and open vigorously. My heart was beating erratically. Who knew confessing your feelings to the badass player was going to make me so nervous?

I took an uncertain step towards Dylan. He was busy opening his locker. His fingers were repeatedly running through his soft brown hair. He was alone. Guess I could just go and approach him.

Or not.

My head was screaming at me to just turn around and forget it. To kick this stupid idea out of my head. I mean there was no way in hell Dylan would ever...and I mean EVER share the feelings I have for him. It was a stupid impossibility. Why was I even wasting my time?

Oh yeah, because I'm insane.

I took another step towards him. The world was a blur, it was just him and me. Why was it so difficult?

Don't do this Alex. Just Don't! This isn't goign to turn out Good!

I continued walking ahead, ignore the warning screams in my head. I had to do it. I just had to do it. 

It was now or never.

"...Uh...Dylan?" my voice came out as a whisper. I wasn't sure if he even heard it. I brought out my hand uncertainly to touch his shoulder, but refrained.

I waited. He didn't turn. He probably didn't hear me.

"Dylan!" I said, a little louder this time. It seemed as if my heart was going to jump right out of my mouth (gross, I know!)

I waited, and this time he turned to look at me. Our gazes met, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Uh...I...can I talk to you?" I said, feeling nervous as hell. I felt more and more dizzy. My heart was thudding hard against my chest. I just wanted to turn around and bolt away.

"Sure!" Dylan replied instantly, his eyes sparkled slightly, making me go weak in the knees. He was so amazing...so perfect. He would never go for a girl like me.

"Uh...somewhere more...private?" I wasn't about to confess my feelings to Dylan in front of the whole school to see, especially if he was going to reject me, the probability of which was very high.

I think I was too lost into Dylan that I didn't notice the laughter and voices and soon enough I found myself surrounded.

"Yo man!"

"Hey dude!"

"Yo Dylan!"

"Hey Dylan!"

His friends surrounded us. They were the A-list crowd of our school. All of them rich, popular, and gorgeous. The kind of people Dylan considers worth his time. He'll never go for me.

I waited a couple of more minutes as they continued greeting each other. I felt so out of place. I felt like pullign my hair out. This was so frusterating!

"Dylan! Can we--"

"Oh, look who's here!" I heard on of the guys say.

Uh-oh. here goes... Can't I just turn invisible or something?

"What is she doing here?!" I heard another guy say.

"Who is she?!" a girl said.

I felt like banging my head against the lockers in front of me. 

Okay, mission abort. Mission abort. Mission abort.

I'm leaving right now. I can't confess to him like this!

"Uh guys. she's here to say something, aren't you Alex?" Dylan said raising his eyebrows. His tone was suddenly cocky, and he sounded full-of-himself right now. It was like someone had pressed an invisible button of his or something.

Or maybe he was bipolar.

"Oh...lets hear you Alex!"

"Yeah! What were you here to say!?"

I stared desperately at Dylan. What the fuck was he doing?! He was making it so much difficult for me.

"Uh...nothing I just--" 

"Maybe she's here to confess her undying love for him or something" someone joked. But it didn't fail to make my cheeks turn bright red.

"Oh my gosh! She's blushing!" a girl's voice came.

"So you are here for that!?" someone said. This situation was insanely gettign out of hand. And Dylan was doing nothign about it.

He stood in front of me, in a cocky stance. His hands folded across his chest, his body leaning slightly against the locker, a cocky smile playing on his lips.

 "Lets hear you Alex" he said. "If you come out sounding romantic and please me, I might just do you" he said. I heard people laughing and slapping him high-fives and patting his back.

My mouth dropped open in shock. What did he just say!? 

"I--" I tired to say but was cut-off.

"Actually, never mind Alex. I wouldn't do you even if you sound all cheesy and romantic like those crappy romance novels."

My eyes widened. What was he saying? Who was he really? He didn't sound like the Dylan I knew at all.

"Alex...Alex...Alex" he leaned closer to me and patted my head. "How can you be so stupid? Look at you, and look at me" he said. "I'll never go for a girl like you. You're so...plain, average, boring. You're just not the kind of girl I'd waste my time on. Yeah, I could satisfy myself once or twice-tops! Not more then that...because honestly Alex, you're just not my type"

My hands trembled. It was getting hard to breathe. My mind was blank. What was Dylan saying?

"You're so naive Alex. A couple of sweet words was all it took and you were all mine. Just one word for you--easy" he said, smirking.

I pressed my eyes shut and open them. The world was getting a blur. Either I was going blind, or maybe I was on the verge of tears.

"And our...friendship?"

"Honestly Alex, I thought you already knew. Didn't I say it wasn't real?"

His words were like a stab to my heart. Who was he? He wasn't the Dylan who kissed me on the stage. He wasn't the Dylan who tickled me to death while we were watching Titanic and comforted me when I cried that day. He wasn't who I knew.

Maybe the guy I though he was, didn't exist at all. Maybe it was what I'd thought it was all along-fake.

Maybe this was the real Dylan Kennedy. 

This was the Dylan Kennedy I hated, not loved.

"Alex, just go. Before you make a fool of yourself, and me." he said, his eye boaring into mine.

I looked at him, fresh tears welling in my eyes, and then turned away. 

My head heart, I felt like crying. Actually, I was crying. And it felt awful. I felt broken-hearted, used, thrown away. I felt betrayed.

All because of trusting Mr.Player.

I can't believe he did this to me. How can he? Fine, if I'm not his 'type' and the kind of girl who can satisfy him. But how could he be so harsh and cold and full-of-himself?! How could he act like such an asshole?

How could he?

A tear plopped down my face.

I was done with it.

I was so done with it.

I hate love. It exists, it hurts, but most of all it breaks your heart into a million pieces--a feeling I hadn't imagined I would go through one day.

Falling in love with Mr. Player was a bad idea.

I hate him! I love him! But--I hate him!

Dylan Kennedy you played me, you broke my heart, but most importantly you betrayed me, and I'll never forgive you for that.

NEVER.

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A/N- Don't kill me!! *Hides* You guys probably hate me for doign this, but you all knew it was coming! So Dylan finally broke her heart, and he finally knows she loves him, even though she didn't really say it. What do you think is happenign next? Clue:- Read the title. haha! xD So, isn't this liek the fastest update ever? VOTE if you want more! :D <3 *hugs and kisses* xoxo

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