The Casanova - Once there was a boy whose face you would never forget.He was tall, with jet black hair and Jagger lips, he seeped into every possible surface of everything you see. He knew he was the prime of his clan, he was a David to Michelangelo, a Guernica to Picasso. He was the one that captured your mind and lingered for a very long time. He had it all, fame and fortune, the prettiest chicks who played right into his tricks. He treated them like objects; he was the master, they were the harem. They never cared a damn, as long as they could relish the taste of him. He was young, but injected with too much pride. His ego did not dwell in rejection, he had to have it all. He won every argument, every bet and he never made the first move, always the last.

Once there was a boy, whowas as tempting as a forbidden fruit. Lust and curiosity lured me in. I fell for it, I took a bite. That was my first sin. Soon after I could tell the good from the bad. I could see his “I love you” was no more than a hot air. He was too adventurous to settle for one. “I hurt you purposely, I wanted to see your tears, to test you”, he whispered and for that I said Au Revoir. As luck would have it, I was never let go. His charm worked like a spider with eight long arms, I tried to run but in the end I always came back, all wrapped up and tangled up in him. “You are his trophy”, my friend told me once. I never knew what she meant until that day he kept me around as a memento; just to be looked at and admired.

Once there was a boy, with a soul to be conquered. Once there was a boy, who I thought could be redeemed.

(I Hate You, possible upcoming collab-fic; individual fragment)

The Twisted Angel - He is the prettiest of them all; the one that makes you question if God played favorites when he created humans. He speaks so softly, his words drip like honey. Flawless, kind, beautiful, angelic. His perfection is almost absurd, his friends badly wanted to hate him for setting such a high standard in their boy world, because of course, over there it’s always full of testosterone and competition. But they never could because once he sprinkles his magic dust, even a devil would kindly wash his feet. In school he knows he could do anything, he could even sell water to a well. He plans to keep his slate clean and sparkly, until someone starts to poke around and dig a little deeper.

“You dropped your halo.”, she said. Just like that, he was scared silly. He was caught off guard, no one was supposed to be there. She smiled, happy to find out that he is human too, just like everyone else. But that’s not what he wanted, that’s not part of his plan. So throughout the summer he would try his best to keep her quiet. To guard his secret, he befriends the enemy. And he knows the only way to make it even is to search for her glitch, her pitfall, her Catch-22. All is fair in war and now that the angel has been humanized, he might as well play along using the oldest, most cunning, yet effective weapon: love. Sorry to say he didn’t get the memo about its number one rule: In the game of love, no one actually wins.

(I Hate You, possible upcoming collab-fic; individual fragment)

The Talent - The most popular boy in school; he is the one that everyone favors, his warm personality and sense of humor are only a few of the traits that magnetize both his female and male companions. His flaws are often overlooked, not because he demanded, but because most people chose to do so. The guys wanna be him and the girls wanna be with him; as cliche as it sounds, such saying would be a perfect way to describe this special one. His mad talent in dancing only adds to the volume of screaming and hooting whenever he showcases his forte.

“I wanna be like you.” said one of his younger friend on a casual afternoon. “Why? It’s suffocating.” he replied. His friend thought he was joking but unfortunately only truth was spoken. The same reason why no one believed him when he said he had planned to step away from all the attention and moved to another country. Another unfortunate event, because he did what he said. The chaos was born; boys lost their role model, girls lost their heartthrob. No one to watch after the end of the school bell rings, no one to spy on. Lost. Bored. Vexed. As luck would have it, the talent would finally come back to his fame and glory; only to discover that his heart might be challenged by the only girl who doesn’t think he’s anyone special.

(I Hate You, possible upcoming collab-fic; individual fragment)

The Player - When their gang hangs out during the lunch break or get together after school, they often talk about girls. Girls girls and more girls. This guy will listen and sometimes laugh at their sexual jokes but hardly contribute anything to the tale. “Why, are you gay?” asks one of his chatty friend. “No, I just find girls troublesome.” he answers without raising any eyebrows. It is true, ever since kindergarten he’s always found the opposite sex a pain in the ass. They’re loud, they’re jealous, and they’re always all over him.

So while the others conquer the ladies, this one chooses to conquer the field. Sports is his life and it’s the only place he can compete without worrying about the other gender. The only place where it’s all fair and square. Little did he know this summer he will experience something he’s never felt before; not only by one girl, but two. Double trouble, as one might say.

(I Hate You, possible upcoming collab-fic; individual fragment)

The Solemn - In any group there is gotta be someone who is always keeping his head cool. Someone who keeps the sanity checked when things are getting out of control. He may be young but his maturity level amazes others, the older guys often turn to him just to reason themselves. While his friends seem to go for the popular damsels, he’d prefer the more quiet ones who stay in the background. Being brought up by a single mother makes him appreciate women more than any young man usually does. So while the rest change lovers like they change their socks, he made a promise to take his time and choose one special girl. And stay with her for a very long time.

“It’s funny how you are so out there yet I can’t seem to read you.”, a girl with golden hair told him one time. He sighed as he’s heard it many times before, coming from his friends. He knows he hides his feelings behind that generous smile; a bad habit he’s been trying to get rid of. As much as he wants to share everything with the world, he could never make himself decipherable. “Why?”, she asked again. “Because secrets keep people sane.”

(I Hate You, possible upcoming collab-fic; individual fragment)

The Big Brother - He is the shield of the group; the one the others turn to when troubles find them, the one who takes care of business. He spends most of his time at the gym, building muscles and luring females. He is free spirited, not caring of what others might think of him. Strangers often feel intimidated but his close friends would know how loyal this guy is. Being a good listener, girls seek comforts in him and sometimes he chooses to take advantage of their weak tiny hearts to fulfill his daily needs.

“Why don’t you ever date seriously?”, asks his roommate’s on & off girlfriend. “Too busy, I have no time for that.”, he grins at her seductively. She rolls her eyes, knowing his -busy- time can only translate into changing girls every weekend. The truth is, he was hurt long time ago. Behind his social lion mask there was once a genuine lover. Unfortunately it was put to sleep when he encountered the bitter reality; the betrayal of a friend. And forever it will stay hidden, deep inside his darkest asylum.

(I Hate You, possible upcoming collab-fic; individual fragment)

The Beatnik - In every school and clique there’s always one individual who is rather odd. He dresses differently and does things on his own. He would joke around and try to fit in but in the end he is only to realize that no one else could really understand him. So when you see his clique in school, you won’t see him on the front line. He won’t be the face of the group, nor the loudest one who creates trouble. You would find him lingering in the background, scrabbling his music book around and minding his own business.

“What are you doing?” asks one of the more popular, sociable guy. “Making melody.” he gallantly answers. The rest chuckles and shakes their heads, thinking how cliche he could be. Little did they know, he chose to do so because no one else would listen to him. This is how he communicate with the world, this is how he bare his soul. Music is his escapade and only to a silent, white paper surface he could finally say what was on his mind. The others spoke the truth, this guy is too unique to be put into words. They may call him weird but I’d rather call him, the beatnik.

(I Hate You, possible upcoming collab-fic; individual fragment)