“Uh I never thought that you would actually call me, so I didn’t have anything planned but how about I take you to the movies this Friday?” he asked hopefully.

Denise rolled her eyes from beside me probably unimpressed by his confession and lack of smooth talk. It seemed like he was not very experienced in talking to girls and getting their attention which is odd because he looked very cute.

If I wasn’t on a mission to hurt boys, I might have given him a chance. 

“Friday works fine for me. I’ll send you my address so that you can come pick me up.”

Now that the deal was made, I had no longer any interest in talking to him.
I had already entertained him for way long and although it was fun while it lasted, I had places to be and people to meet.

***************
Scarlet has finally lost all trust in guys after getting her heart broken many times. She has had enough now and seeks revenge against all the boys.

But revenge is never easy and more so if it is done impulsively.

She is inviting drama and disaster in her life while playing with love and hatred. She is playing with fire that is, the people's emotions which will slowly burn her but it doesn't scare her a bit.

She has devised a plan and intends to go through with it but is she as heartless as she expects herself to be?

She believes her plan to be foolproof but will everything really go her way?

And where will this revenge lead her?

So, let's see if she emerges a winner in this game of love and revenge.
***************

If you have reached so far then I hope you'll read it too.

Damn These Boys!

“Where are you taking me?” I asked for the umpteenth time to which he replied, “Patience Scarlet just a minute more.” 


Bringing my hand which was not in his hold to the blindfold around my eyes to raise it, I tried to take a peek but Alex swiftly caught my hand in his grip and exaggeratedly groused, “You don’t have any patience, do you?” 


Innocently smiling at him from where his voice came I shrugged letting him drive me to wherever he had planned to take me for our date. I felt the car stop and I waited for him to guide me out. Stepping out I felt sand under my feet and a second later the crashing of the waves could be heard. 


“Don’t tell me we are at your beach house!” I shrieked excitedly as he removed my blindfold in response. The medium rustic cottage style house standing before us seemed to be painted in orange and red hues as the sunset caused the prettiest view to take form for us as a welcoming gesture. 


Chapter 76: “Yours.”