I was pissed I tore the basement apart and when I was almost done he walked in. He beat me to the shelf and grabbed my arm like he was going to hit me. I looked him dead straight in the eyes. My friends looked frightened, his looked stunned. We stood there staring at each other. I spoke,"Do it....do it" I told him to hit me, but he stayed still "No..." He spoke and looked at me waiting for what I was going to say. 

I looked him in the eyes, "Why?" He just released his grip and said, "Because I love you." That's all it took I started to cry. I ran outside and sat on a fallen tree. I pulled my knees up against my chest and cried even more. I knew that his kiss from the party meant something, but I didn't figure he would say that he loved me. It tore apart my whole being. I lost my train of thought when I felt someone's arms reach around me. I froze I couldn't scream then they spoke, "Look, back there was intense and you ran out, but I'm curious what you're going to do now?" 

When I heard the voice I relaxed, it was my friend Striker. She had black hair with colored streaks. She wore a black tank top and leather black pants. She had her spike bracelet and matching choker on. Her feet had knee high black boots with buckles down the side. She was a goth, but she embraced it.

"I don't no Strike. That's was totally not what I expected. He was a player and I had a plan but now I realize... I love him to."

This plan we made when school started a month and a half ago. We had gotten tired of seeing girls get hurt by King. So, me and Striker came up with a plan, a plan to break the player. We were suppose to lead him on,  but not get attached. To tear apart everything he loved so he would feel pain like those girls, but he wasn't suppose to fall in love with me.

Striker stepped over the tree and sat down beside me. "I was so shocked when he said that." She looked at me with her black eyes and shadowed in eyelids. "I know. Ugh" I slapped my face into my hands. I tried to talk but it was muffled. "Huh, I can't understand you." Striker said and giggled "What did he do...when I ran out?" I repeated myself to Striker.

"He looked kinda hurt, put down. He seemed like he was going to run after you, but didn't. He walked up stairs and went to his room. After he left I came out here to see if you were okay." She put her hand on my back and rubbed. It was soothing.

I looked up at his window and barely caught a figure looking at us. I kept looking at it hoping he would go back to the window and see me, but he didn't.

"Strike could you go get my bike key I wanna go home."

"Yeah. No problem." Striker took off towards the house. I looked up one more time and the light was off. Where did he go?