So... I finished writing a chapter for "In Love With My Jerk Of An Ex BF" and it was midnight and I just randomly started typing this. It just anothing blah thing, but if i get any comments or votes or feedback then I might continue it. My main focus is on "In Love" (besides college and all that) but i guess i can continue this project too... thats if people like it.

Please feedback??? If you hate it then tell me and i'll remove it. Seriously... im drowning in silence other than the what... 11 people who comment? Please speak?

When people speak/vote/comment/become a fan - it makes me happy. So please do something?

I'm serious... if you hate it then tell me. It won't hurt my feelings - i prefer brutally honest.

Anyway... enjoy.

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Chapter 1

When I was young, the boys were never interested in me. I was too much a tomboy, one of "them" that they would never see me as a real girl. A potential girlfriend. When I entered the 5th grade, I had my first crush on a boy who sat across from me. Robert. I didn't care that he treated me as another guy when we played basketball together, as long as he spoke to me, noticed me. Four months into the school year, I admitted to my best friend that I liked him. Two weeks later they were going out.

When I left there, I went to a different middle school than anyone else in my class. I knew we were young, but all my friends already had their first boyfriend by the age of 10. I was still the tomboy that the guys saw as one of their own. I didn't want to give up playing sports to play with makeup, I loved having too much fun. Being stuck in a dress or skirt never allowed any girl the real freedom to play football as good ole blue jeans did.

I developed another crush in middle school. The most popular boy in our small class - Alex. I used to think he was so cute. Almost every girl in the class liked him, wanted to be his girlfriend. A few friends even admitted to me their feelings for him, but I never once told anyone how I felt. I learned that lesson once already.

From sixth to eighth grade, I was blessed and cursed to have had assigned seating always next to him, Alex. It wasn't based on last name order, just where ever the teacher decided to put us, and almost every class my seat was next to his. We talked, became close friends, but I knew that he would never see me as anything more.

Graduating from the middle school, I left sad knowing I had to give up my feelings for a boy who would never feel the same way. I was still the tomboy, still liked everything the guys like - sports, video games, wrestling - and I didn't want to change. But I couldn't help but wonder, would a boy ever see me as a girl and not just one of the guys?

No boy had ever liked me. No boy had ever asked me out. No boy had even hinted as seeing me as a girl. Don't get me wrong, its not like I look like a boy. Long black hair, big brown eyes, soft full lips. Anyone could tell I was just a girl playing with the boys. My mother said I was pretty, but aren't all mothers suppose to tell that to their children?

I was thirteen when I left middle school. I was thirteen, a hopeless romantic fueled by Disney movies as a child, and seeing relationships blossom all around me. I was thirteen and wanting to feel loved, or even just wanted by someone. I was thirteen and I was sick of never being noticed.

Reading through books one day, I came across something I never had thought of before... but it seemed like such a great idea! I was thirteen and alone no more! Besides, even if it didn't work, it still just seemed fun to try.

My name is Vanessa and when I was thirteen I played with magic. I was going to try a spell. Silly I know, but for being young, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Just weeks before starting high school, I sat in my room alone on a dark night. Candle on the floor, paper and red crayon in my hands, I followed the directions in the book precisely. Relax. Clear body of thoughts and open heart. Light candle. Chant the words while drawing a heart and repeat until completed. Add a blood and hope your love will hear, all restrains defeated.

I did everything exactly as it told me to. When I was done, nothing happened. Nothing changed.

I laughed at myself for being so silly. What did I expect? A prince charming to appear in my room? A gust of wind to blow out the candle? Twenty boys ask me out the next day? Ha!

That was all five years ago. But that was a night that somehow changed my life.

I'm Vanessa Hart. Affectionately nicknamed "Hartbreaker" by my best friend Cassie Munn and "hartache" by James Dober. They say I'm like a magnet. Men are drawn to me. I'm constantly asked out or hit on at the oddest of times. I didn't understand it, and my friends couldn't explain it to me. All they tell me is I should come with a warning tag - "Caution: Tends to Capture Unsuspecting Men's Hearts".

Cassie jokes about how James may just be the only guy to not fall down at my feet. I wish I could disagree with her, but weirdly, I don't think I can. I've been told by over 40 guys that they love me, many of which I don't know their names. Men have written poems for me, songs, dozens of roses, billboard messages, rings - you name it.

When I was thirteen and playing around, I never expected this. I think I'm hazardous to men's health. I mean, it causes quite a problem with jealousy. So all I can really say is -

"PS - Don't fall in love with me."