"It's not you, it's me." I said to Kevin with fake tears on my face. 

Ugh, I started to hate this cliche line. I used it for uh-45 times. 

He started to have tears on his eyes too. Ew, emotional guys are not attractive. "I'm sorry, Kevin." I apologized before I left and ran to the restroom. "My name's Martin!" he shouted, but I ignored him.

I looked at the mirror and mentally smirked at myself. "You're a great actress, Meredith," I whispered at myself so no one can here. "I can't believe Kevin really bought that. Did he really think that I'd love him just because he's a jock? Pathetic." I said, not caring if I'm loud anymore.

I fixed my make up and dress. Just as I was about to get my lipstick, it fell. Ugh. I bent down and picked it up. I examined it. Good thing, it's not broken. I was ready to leave when I saw the door swinging.

"Shoot, someone was here." I muttered. I immediately went out and acted like nothing happened. I was in the hallway already when I remembered that I left my lipstick at the restroom. Ugh. I turned back and bumped into someone. "Sorry." I instantly apologized. When I looked up, I saw who it was.

Oh my God. "It's fine." the guy replied and gave me a smile, showing his deep dimples. "I-I-" I stutter. What am I doing? I went back to my senses. "Uh.. okay. I'm going to go now," I said quickly and went pass by him. When I was far from him, I released a sigh. "Okay, back to my lips-" I didn't get to finish what I was saying when I felt someone tugging my wrist.

I took a peek at who it was and it was that guy again. What does he want?! UGH, I'm gonna be late. "What do you want?" I snapped. He ignored my question and asked "You're Meredith Smith, the heartbreaker, am I correct?" I wasn't surprised he knows me. I'm pretty famous, you know. "Yeah, why?" I replied.

"I'm Dylan Roberts, the new guy." he said. "What does that have to do with me?" I ask. I really, really wanna get my lipstick back. He smirked at me. What's his problem? "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Boys usually ask me the same question, which I always decline. For me, it works the other way around. I smirked at the guy. Well, I should give it to him. His determination is strong, but why do I feel like this is not good?

"Meredith, you're a heartbreaker. You can get through this." my mind spoke to me. Yeah, I'm a heartbreaker. After a few days, this is done. I can do this. My smirk stretched as I gave him my answer.

"Yes, Mr. Dylan Roberts. I will be your girlfriend."