Ian Walker

Andrew loved hurting girls. Mentally not physically. He never once hit a girl in his life. The thing is, he got off on it, he enjoyed it. It's like when you hear serial killers say they feel no regret, no remorse for all the people they killed. He was like that, he loved it. He didn't care how long it took either. He'd wait until the girl's were totally in love with him. He loved the shock on their faces when they would find out he was just using them, how they would cry of how hurt they were. While he was in the hallway leaning on his lockers his eyes roamed around, looking for his next victim, then his eyes landed on you. He saw your bright smile and cheerful laugh, he wanted to destroy that, but he knew you were going to be a challenge, unlike all the other girls he played with. He knew you were popular, fiery, and always stood up for yourself not afraid to speak your mind, but he was ready to break that. A small smirk creeping up his lips.

Andrew loved toying around with girls hearts. He loved hurting girls, mentally not physically. He never once hit a girl. He didn't care how long it took for the girls to fall in love with him, he was in no hurry. Because it was rewarding seeing the pain in shock on their faces once they found out he was only using them. While leaning on his locker he found his next victim, you. He saw your bright smile and cheerful laugh as you walked, and he wanted to destroy that. He knew you were going to be a hard challenge, thanks to your bold attitude, and fiery personaliy. But that only made him want to destroy you more. Little did he know that maybe he was the one that's going to be left heartbroken.