THE PLAYBOY'S LOVER

I smiled brightly at him as he took my left hand and my heart screamed in joy. I slowly met his warm gaze and my right hand played with the helm of my dress under the table. is he going to give me a couple ring. My heart was filled with excitement or is he planning to give a necklace. Butterflies filled my tommy. I met his gaze as he slowly caressed my hand. My cheeks turned light pink. My heart was beating really fast like Africa's talking drum. He looked nervous. It felt like I was hit by a train and my heart ripped from my body, when he finally dropped the bombshell. "Ariel, Let's break up!" My pink cheeks turned pale and my eyes bloodshot. What the hell! How dare he break up with me! But before I could utter a word, he was standing beside me. "Ariel, am sorry." He kissed my lips and left me there. Why would he kiss me, if he wanted to break up with me . Who is he to play with my heart? I was shocked for few minutes, not knowing why he would do that. I couldn't even ask him why! Why he decided to break my heart. "That's what you get, when you fall In love with a playboy." Clara, my best friend said for the hundredth time. She had warned me. It started as a crush but I fell for Mr Playboy. And now, have been added to the list of the girls he had dated and dumped like a potato. I let my pain out by crying. I was hurt. It really hurts. But I still found myself reminiscing about our first kiss. It was on raining day and I had no umbrella. Being the clumsy type, I used my bag to cover my hair and was about to start running in the rain, but I noticed an umbrella covering me. I knew it was my saviour but I was more happy, when I found out it was Richie. I mentally screamed to my heart to stop beating so fast, else he might hear it. We walked side by side under the umbrella. I secretly wished for that moment not to end. I couldn't dare say a word. We just walked in silence. The moment we got to the girls hostel, I thanked him and I turned to leave. But his grip on my left hand stopped me from leaving, my heart beat increased and i managed to share a gaze with him. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. I was shocked and my legs felt wobbly. I couldn't believe my ears. I wondered, if he caught me staring at his lips earlier as I bit my lips. "Can you stop doing that? I might just go crazier than I am. It was so hard walking with you without holding hands." He said staring at my lips. Should I say I was happy to hear those words from him?. No, I was excited. I felt butterflies dancing in my tommy. I stopped bitting my lips and kept my eyes glued to my blue Snickers. The moment I raised up my head, I was welcomed by his kiss. He drew me closer to him to avoid the rain and the kiss deepens. He was holding the umbrella tightly with his left hand and his right hand snaking on my waist. Although, it wasn't my first kiss but he made me felt like it was. My hands were rapped on his neck as we both explored our connected lips. I must say, my whole body was electrocuted in the burning flame of passion. But I was just one of his play thing. He never loved me, else he won't have ripped my heart apart. I should have just listened to Clara. I should have stayed away from him but I allowed myself to be tempted. I thought he changed his ways but I was wrong. He deceived me. Two-faced monster. I must really be crazy to imagine he was going to propose. We are in our final years and I thought I would become his fiance. I'm the crazy one to have imagine something that would never happen. I cried myself to sleep with Clara back-hugging me. I don't deserve a friend like her. I never listen to her but she's always there for me. I stayed indoors for a week and thanks to my bestie, I didn't miss out on lectures. The next week, I decided to dress more than I do. I heard that's a tip to move on after a break up. I changed my hair style to something more interesting. I didn't want to look affected, when I cross part with Richie. Rather I want him to regret leaving me. I applied a little make up and looked at the mirror. I smiled to the fact that I was pretty with or without makeup. My brownish hairstyle that used to be plain was now dyed to black and blue. I smiled back to the mirror, as I played with my wavy hair. I decided to go with a blue dress. Yes! Am in love with blue. A pair of black flats to go with it. I spun around the mirror for the second time and I realized my innocent look. But like seriously am I innocent?. "We will definitely be late for class, if you keep this up." Clara warned as she adjust the handouts in her bag. She's definitely my second mom. We talked about random stuff as we walked to the our favorite pizza shop. "Ariel, isn't that Richie?" Clara asked as she pointed towards the pizza shop. "Yes, it's him." I mouthed. I could see him flirting with some girls. "Let's go somewhere else." Clara decided as she held my hand. "No, it's okay." I replied with a smile. She had been taking care of me, I didn't want her to be worried. "I'll be fine, I promise." I added and she finally agreed and we entered the pizza shop. I inhaled deeply as I remember what I had promised to do, when I cross path with him. Yes! I shouldn't be affected. He should be the one to regret not me. Sitting in our favorite spot by the window side, we received our order. Nothing tastes best like pizza and orange juice. We chatted as we dug in. "Ariel?" I heard someone call my name Softly and looked up to the person standing beside me. He looked familiar but I couldn't recognize him at first. "It's me Donald." He must have noticed my expression. "The guy with the blue hair." He added. "O.M.G." I face palmed as I stood up and hug him. "Wow! You changed your hair color. That's why I couldn't recognize you." I said releasing him from the hug. I introduced him to Clara, who had been giving me who-is-he look. I must say Donald has changed from the chubby high school boy I know. He's taller and more masculine. I wondered how much time he spends in the gym. His he brownish hair color suit his plain skin more. I studied him as I offered him one of the empty sit. Without realizing, I found myself comparing him with Richie. I must say Donald have become more attractive but I was unaffected. I could feel Richie's gaze piercing through my skin. Why would he look at me like that. I excused myself and went to the ladies. I looked at the mirror and inhaled deeply. "You can do this." I told myself. To my utmost surprise, I could see Richie through the mirror. I turned back to look at him and he was walking closer to me. "What the hell are you doing in the female's toilet." I whisper-yelled but i was shut upped with a kiss.