"You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain,
And I lived in your chess games, but you changed the rules everyday."

Dear John/ Taylor Swift

I shouldn't be saying this, but I loved the old Taylor Swift and her country songs more..

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As she put her phone in the bedside table, her mind wandered off to the events of the day. She kept questioning herself on her mind if calling Michael Haywood anonymously was a good decision at all. Annabel's words played in her mind:

Call him, Brittney! You would never be able to move on in life if you don't call him. You have to do this!

Yes, moving on. It was a tough job, especially for Brittney. You can fall in love very easily; with anyone, any time, anywhere. But to fall out of that love can take all your guts, and yet you may not win.

Michael was one of the wannabe bad boys of school. And that spirit was what had ruined him the most — he was not good in sports, he had no intention to do good in tests because come on, bad boys aren't supposed to get straight A's. He tried hard to play pranks and grab attention. And ah yes, he was a player. That was the only thing that could put him into the category of 'bad boys'.

But his wannabe spirit was also what she had fallen hard for. The very first day her eyes had fallen upon those wild blue eyes and messy blond hair in seventh grade, she knew he was meant to play something significant in her life.

And the assumption had apparently proven to be true. For the next four years, there was only one guy Brittney could ever think of. Whenever in class, her eyes would always fall upon him and she would think how beautiful all the shirts of his looked on him, how wild and sexy his eyes were, how gorgeously he ran his fingers through his hair.

She had smelled the tantalizing smell of cologne that emanated from his body, she had noticed those endearing dimples that formed around the edges of his full lips. She had looked into those devouring eyes which had wanted to become so much more than just a bad boy.

There were so many silent nights when she had seen him in the beach, broken, but she had no way but to stare at him helplessly from her porch, adoring how gorgeous he looked even in such a torn up condition. She knew there was a different person altogether behind that facade of his.

She wanted to change him, for good. But there was no way she could. Their gazes had locked several times, they had stumbled into each other, giving her goose bumps, he had talked to her at whiles. However that had never brought them close.

Now that she thought of it, she realized that he had never even looked her way. It had never mattered to him who she was.

How stupid she had been to think he loved her back.

Nothing would have changed even if she had given him the box of chocolates that Katherine had made especially for her to give him on Valentine's day in her sophomore year.

But her infatuation towards him had made her blind. She had forgotten the boundaries, limits, or the line between right and wrong. Otherwise she would have never agreed to go to his stupid party that year. She would have never fallen for his dirty games and got drunk. She would have never agreed to go to his room that night.

But she had done all of it. And she had regretted it all, so bad. When there was nothing left to do.

It was only Annabel who had stood by her side at that time, and even till now. Annabel had understood how hard it was for Brittney to move on and had supported her all through her last two years in high school.

She would have never called Michael in the first place if Annabel had not encouraged her to do so. That girl understood her so well. She knew just how important it was for Brittney to do this to move on in life.

But why did it matter anymore? She could not gather the courage to call him again. In fact the whole idea felt rather stupid now.

Brittney looked at her phone screen through the corner of her eyes. It had gone black. She grabbed it from the table and opened the lock quickly. There was no new message.

Of course, what was I expecting? She thought.

She was starting to realize that she did not need to confess to that idiotic jerk to move on. There were plenty other ways.

You don't need to erase the traces of your mistakes to move on, you just need some fresh colors to splash onto your shadowed life.

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Wooh! Sorry for the late update. Even I hadn't realized this week would be so hectic that I won't be able to write one chapter! It's fresh, and I've just taken this cake out from my oven. It's still hot!

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