4 months, 12 days, and you were happy. Then it all shattered, all the little pieces shattered in your chest waiting to be put back together. The hardest part about walking away from someone is that no matter how many times you look back, how slow you walk, or how far you go. They’re not running after you. The feeling feels so far, but so familiar, a broken heart. For what? A laugh, something a few teens and laugh about with a beer can. You didn’t have many friends in the first place, not even in your own mother, but you had him. Jordan. Your life was good. You had finally let someone in, you were hesitant but you did it…and now as you sat on your bed, wiping your eyes. You regretted it. You were such a sweet kid, maybe a little bit of a nerd. But you were all good, and apparently all too naive. You knew something was wrong at the start, why would this guy, someone who was on the football team, could have anybody he wants, but chose you? It didn’t sit right, but it happened. If only the mindset stayed the same you wouldn’t have tears dripping from your eyes, a bet…not even a reward at the end, just a bet, for fun. Something that was a mere “harmless” prank from your “boyfriend”. it had been just over 2 months, since the bet was fulfilled. You had gotten on with your English studies. You didn’t think about it much, you shouldn’t. But you stayed the shy girl, Smart, you’d occasionally get a look from Molly, Who had been the one To initiate the bet. She was always in love with Jordan. You were talking with someone in the lecture hall, Mikes McLaren, you didn’t know this was Jordan’s cousin, but he seemed to like you, genuinely