"You want to go out on a date with me?" Jezebel said, her expression outwardly displaying her shock but with a grin.

Brandon looked at her with a smile he was so sure of as he was standing before her. "Oh yeah, taking you out would be a real pleasure. Give me a chance."

She threw her long dark black hair back sharply with her wrist, maintaining her flawless appearance. She aimed her smile at him. "Of course. I'd love to go out with you."

"Great—that's great. So, meet up at seven tonight?"

"At seven." Jezebel nodded. "Text me, yeah?"

"I will."

He began walking out as she waved him goodbye continually with a smile until Brandon turned away, and the moment he did, her smile changed into a wicked one. Oh, I'll definitely see you tonight, Brandon.

Jezebel caught up with her friends in the hallway, where she met them by one of their lockers. Harmony faced herself in the mirror, fixing up her long dirty blonde hair by combing them into her fingers.

"Hi girls," Jezebel spoke out happily.

They looked and greeted back to her, and Breella was the first to notice a strange grin on Jezebel's face. "Do I want to know what happened?" Breella asked warily.

The small details never went unnoticed by her. Breella Patterson had her brown eyes master the art of observing. She picked up on cues and actions more easily than others would've known; her intuition was fierce and they don't steer her wrong. Breella could display intimidation to others with her neutral but intense facial expression.

In contrast to her expression, she looked appealing and youthful as a doll with her long dark hair in voluminous curls, her tan skin like cinnamon, and her full lips. The boys found her mighty beautiful, however, she was not easily impressed and she barely noticed them.

"What, tell us. Why are you smiling?" Olivia said, her brownish-green eyes peeked with subtle interest.

She was the kind to want to be updated with her friends, being the one to approach the details as soon as possible. Although it wasn't just her curious nature to know things, Olivia was a kindhearted person to her friends and cared for them. She would be the kind of supporter to root for you when things went well and cry with you when something bad happened.

Olivia Montes was quite a saint, and Jezebel enjoyed her positive outlook on things and her interest in her life. 

Jezebel's eyebrows quirked up that it was almost frightening. "Brandon asked me out, and I'm going on a date with him tonight," she boasted.

"Brandon as in with blonde spiky hair and dark blue eyes?"

"Yep, that's the one."

"Oh no, he did not see this coming," Harmony said, still fixated on herself in the mirror.

Harmony had the greatest time reactions and comments. Her ability to speak freely was amusing, and when she spoke, her words escaped from her mouth quickly. Her mind spun with endless thoughts as the girl rarely gave herself a break; it's as if she had too many tabs open and didn't know where the music was coming from. She's a pretty busy bee girl with all the simultaneous things going on, such as assignments, projects, after school-clubs, and committee planning.

This morning, she lost her comb and made a checklist to get a new one. She needed to have her hair looking good at all times as she liked to maintain a good appearance. Even though Harmony already appeared clean and flawless with her loose waves and light blue eyes, and especially with the white teeth showing off her perfect smile.

"No, he didn't, but I'm thrilled with tonight we're about to be having." Her shoulders danced subtly, and the smile not once left her lips. She already had it all figured out.

"I'll do what I always do. I'll be the perfect date by smiling sweetly at him, laughing along to his words, looking at him, and touching him, so he thinks that I want him. That part is so easy. He'll give in to his desires so that we feel each other closely. He won't stop thinking about me the whole night. Then at the end of it, I'll bruise his ego and leaving his masculinity so fragile."

Jezebel's smile faded, contorting her face to a sour expression and curling all her fingers into fists, deep enough that it's crushing her palms.

Olivia placed both hands against her chest, the same place as her heart, feigning a sudden sadness as though she couldn't believe her. Shaking her head slightly and her shoulder-length hair moved along with her. "That's our Jezebel, constantly breaking new boys' hearts."

Harmony twirled her head at Jezebel. "He deserves it, at least, right?"

"Don't all boys?" she remarked. "I'll make his time worthwhile before the breaking."

Breella sighed. She gazed at her wonderingly. "You know how it's going to be."

"As always." Breella seemed to know.

Touching up her fair skin one more time with her cushion compact, Jezebel looked good as a doll. She had big dark brown eyes with an invisible eyeliner look and natural eyelashes that only took up mascara and her eyebrows were straight filled in with dark brown pencil. The eye bags underneath her eyes was one of her best charms, making her appear more charming and friendly. The blush on her cheeks softened her look and gave her a natural glow. Pink lips looked so sheer with just an added lip tint for a nice gradient look.

Jezebel checked her reflection a little longer before she approved of her cute appearance. She stored away her compact mirror in her purse, looking up in time just to see Brandon show up and wait in line with her for the movies. Instantly, her charming smile graced her lips for him.

"Hey Jezebel. Sorry, I'm a few minutes late," Brandon said.

"Hey, you're okay. I just got here myself. Don't worry about it," Jezebel reassured.

He wiped off the sweat on his forehead. Then his eyes inspected her outfit, which was her black long sleeved checkered shirt dress stopping to mid-thigh length and pairing it with long black boots. She knew this outfit would make her feel simply cute but lowkey captivating because of the black color.

"You look... wow." His eyes were in a stupor, and then he added confidently, "You look stunning."

"Thank you." Jezebel tilted her head close to her shoulder shyly. "You do too."

Once they headed inside the theater with bright lights hitting them and the smell of popcorn surrounding them, they went to the snack line. Brandon had paid for their movie tickets, and Jezebel knew that he was once more willing to pay for the snacks.

At their turn, Jezebel pointed to the bucket size popcorn. "I really want the large one. Could we get large?" She turned to him, her eyes staring at him cutely. "With extra butter too, hmm?"

"A medium should be fine though?" he said.

"But extra popcorn would be good, pleaseee?" She worked up her charm with an innocent facade and the known tactic with her biting on her lower lip.

Brandon went down of his gaze to her lips. He was holding it there like he was imagining all kinds of thoughts with his eyes.

She could do whatever she liked if she just played it coy. All guys like it when a girl does it for them to see whether unintentionally or not.

His head whipped to the front of the counter toward the cashier. "Could I get a large popcorn with extra butter?"

They headed to take their seats, entering an auditorium room to the third row to the back. The entire row and the rows behind them were all vacant without passengers. Rolling of the opening credits began playing as Jezebel took her seat with Brandon, shifting their snacks comfortably between their laps and the drinks on the cup holders.

It was supposed to be a horror film they were playing. Horror movies didn't exactly scare her, but they had creeped her out. It wasn't like she needed desperation to hide or stop watching the movie because of its questionable parts. She'd most likely get over it in a day or two, forgetting the scarred image they presented on the screen. But she suggested he should watch something he'd like and just nod along that it wouldn't bother her.

It really wouldn't. 

Brandon leaned his head to her, his voice lowering into a whisper. "Just remember, if you get scared in some parts of the movie, you can always hold onto me."

I knew this line so well, Jezebel thought disgustingly to herself but held back to make a repulsive face. Instead, she nodded with a small smile. 

For the first half-hour she focused on the movie, hearing Brandon's random comments being thrown in here and there. She pretended to feel uneasy and looked the part of trying not to feel intimidated while biting her lip as to appear to refrain in making a noise. Brandon caught a side glance at her and played like a heroic knight to alleviate her troubles.

Jezebel couldn't stand to sit for the rest of the movie, and she wanted to start her commencement plan. 

"Don't go in there!" A boy from the theater screen shouted to an older girl who was his friend. "I saw something that I shouldn't have. I don't think it's safe."

The older girl didn't listen and told him that he was just young and had a playful imagination. He cautioned strongly to not go inside the gardener's storage shed, but that didn't stop her to open the door as she was suddenly thrust in, and she let out a scream. The door was wide open and showed the monster's appearance. 

Some screams were let out from the people near the front row, and Jezebel joined the scream when she made a face of quick panicking. She seized Brandon's arm tightly, hiding her face into his chest like a coward girl. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and pat them.

Brandon cajoled softly. "It's okay. It's okay. I got you."

She allowed herself enough room to breathe and space to talk through while still her head was pressed against him. "I was beginning to get scared. I don't think I want to watch this movie any longer," Jezebel whimpered.

"No worries, you can hold onto me throughout. I won't mind."

She lifted her head to him with a pout. "I know a better way that you can take my mind off of it."

His eyes looked on with curiosity. Jezebel smiled, reaching a hand out to feel through the rough exterior of his blonde hair. Her fingers touched sensually that sent his neurons stimulated, and there was a hunger of wanting dancing in his dark blue eyes. She drove her other hand up to his cheek, her thumb swiping under his bottom lip, hinting very well just what she wanted.

Jezebel leaned up closer to his face, stopping inches away from his lips to hers. "Kiss me," she whispered.

Brandon grinned. "Why didn't you just say so?" He closed in that smidge of the distance between them.

Satisfied with the way things were going, her lips stamped on his so gently to first keep up with her angel-like character. Jezebel's arms locked around the back of his hair, and Brandon put aside the popcorn bucket. So nothing was on his lap. The cup holder was no longer in the middle of them anymore, and he pressed his body up against hers. She didn't release, and neither did he, and the movie was all forgotten.

Jezebel teased him more with her fingers caressing his scalp, going into circles. Brandon deepened their kiss into something faster, harder. Just what she was waiting for, for him to release the tension he was holding back and make him want more of her. His desire was up in flames that he needed nothing and thoughts that were about her. 

They were those people who sat in the back, wasting their money away, making an excuse to not even care about the movie. Just so to have a good time with the darkness just enveloping them almost completely. They've quickly gone to the stage where they're making out, and no one else paid attention. She chose closely to the back rows for this particular reason to get him this way. Also, to spare others eyesight, but in this case, she was glad there weren't many tonight.

His hands were trailing all over the curves, feeling them up to his content. It lowered until she could practically feel one of his hands on her butt, almost down to the bottom of her dress. She shivered internally in disgust at how turned on boys could get so easily because a pretty girl wanted them.

He touched her inner thigh under her dress, and she quickly stopped their kiss. Jezebel put a smile with an embarrassed expression as Brandon chuckled.

"I would like to do this all night, but I think I'd like to just continue the movie with a trying brave face and eat some more of the popcorn," she said, pointing to the popcorn bucket.

He picked it up from the ground and handed it to her. "Right. Of course." The look on his countenance showed otherwise that he enjoyed their interaction very much.

Leaving the room and throwing their containers at their nearest convenience once the movie was finished, they walked out to the main lobby. Jezebel had clung onto Brandon for the majority of the time, and never did she feel more relieved that the movie was over so that she didn't have to do it anymore.

Brandon sighed. "Looks like the time is up."

My favorite part. "Aww, I'm sad it has to end." Jezebel set her mouth in a pout. 

"It doesn't have to."

She sucked in her breath shortly. "I don't think my parents would approve. It looks like we have to." 

His eyes bulged out for half a second. "Alright, give me a kiss?" he asked.

Why not? She smiled at him before leaning into him at the same time he did. Their lips met, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. This would be a kiss he'd remember until a moment later she could end this charade.

She deepened the kiss as much she could withstand, such as sucking in the flavor of the new candy, then throwing it out when it didn't taste good anymore. Dispose in the trashcan and mention out loud thank you, next.

When they parted, Jezebel displayed Brandon one last sweet smile of hers.

"I was wondering if we can do it again next time. Maybe next time we can go somewhere else," Brandon offered.

In a quick change of pace, her smile dropped along with her sweet facade. Her voice suddenly lost its cute appeal. "This was fun. It was. The train left its station, and this is the part where we part ways. I don't care anymore about you or what you do. You can find someone else to play along with."

Brandon looked so shocked. "W-what? What does that mean?"

"It means what it actually means. We're done here."

The confidence he had before was gone and the nervousness wasn't a good look on him. Jezebel had always done right to achieve the agony from the other end while she watched them struggle. 

"Was it something I did?" he asked worriedly.

She raised her eyebrows at him. "In fact, yes. I overheard one of your friend's loud mouth talking about you think I'll be a girl to show off to everyone. Did you not say that?"

His nervous expression jumped as though it was not meant for her to hear. "I just meant that I'd love to show you off to everyone if you were my girl."

She composed her cool, blinking a couple of times. "Then what's the talk about me being petite and obediently loyal and the stereotypes of how all Asian girls are? Care to confirm?" Her gaze became a soft, dangerous one.

Brandon was biting his tongue. The more she stared at his dumb face, the more she could jump off the roof just for her mere entertainment.

"I was—what I should've... I was presumptuous."

"You know what? It's okay." Jezebel put up a hand to stop him. "I did you a favor. I no longer like to speak to you again. Understood? You can ogle, but that's all you're good for." 

"Bye Brandon." She waved.

Then she smiled at him, flipping her hair back. His pale face couldn't be any whiter, and she had a victory bell going off in her head. Turning on her heels and walking away to leave a boy aghast and crushed, she didn't have any regrets.

And that's how I break a heart once again.

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Hello, I could not believe this first chapter is out. It's unreal, and I'm kinda screaming in my head. Literally, I don't know if this chapter gets you going and excited. Like I hope this first chapter is quality like it has that Pizazz ✨✨✨ ENERGY. WORK OF ART.

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