Bad Boy’s Game

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing.

He drank alcohol, I drank water.

He smirked, I smiled.

He didn’t love me, I didn’t love him.

He and I together wouldn’t last a day.

And then the game started…

He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn’t swoon over him.

“You and me Grey, let’s play a game. We’ll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I’ll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways.”

It was a game I wasn’t willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.