Chapter 2 Finding A Prey

"Are you sure Scarlet?"

Blu has been interrogating me for the past fifteen minutes since I dropped the bomb on her and it seemed to me that she was nowhere finished yet.

"Yes Blu, I am sure. I have already thought about it."

"I still don't have a nice feeling about this. I understand that you were hurt but this isn't the right way to go about things Scar," She said looking at me worriedly while sitting on the couch in our small apartment living room.

"I know it isn't the nicest thing to do and that's exactly why I am doing this, Blu."

"I support Scar, all boys are dogs and they need to be taught a lesson," my loud-mouthed best friend said as she backed me up, targeting a condescending smirk at Blu while making herself comfortable on the love seat she now occupied.

She says that even though she has a boyfriend.

"Denise, you already have a boyfriend who treats you like a princess, you are in no position to say that," Blu huffed while glaring at Denise, her slight animosity for her getting out.

"I am just stating facts, and Ryan is an exception; he doesn't count," She jabbed, getting a little defensive. Her face twisted into an ugly scowl and my best friend and my twin seem to get into a staring match forgetting the main person regarding this situation, me.

"Guys stop! I don't want you bickering again. Remember what I said, agree to disagree," I scolded them, knowing well enough that if I didn't interfere, they would soon be at each other's throats like cats and dogs. They both refuse to back down for a moment and glaring at them I sat down opposite to Denise on the other loveseat.

"Don't look at me. She started it," Denise accusingly points a manicured nail at Blu who ignored her and turning to me again took on a sad look.

"I think you should give your heart some time to heal first. It has only been a day since your breakup. Don't you think you are rushing to conclusions very soon?"

Blu and I are twins, but our personalities are quite different. She had been a 'good girl' all her life where as I had been more of a rebel.

She was known for taking good decisions and I was known for being more impulsive. At twenty she looked more like a teenager but with brains of a mature woman.

Denise Scott had been my best friend since junior year of high school when she first joined our school. She was very similar to me and was always by my side getting in trouble while Blu tried to get us out of the mess.

It has been since then that Blu has always blamed her as a bad influence for all my mistakes and Denise thinks that Blu always ruins all the fun, thus the slight enmity they have for each other.

Right now, Blu looked troubled, probably again worrying about me while Denise casually scrolled through her phone not paying much attention to either of us.

"I am older than you Blu. Stop questioning me. I have already made up my mind and what happened yesterday is something I don't care much about," I said staring at her with seriousness. I didn't want her to see my pain past the pretense.

"Shut up! You are only older than me by five minutes," She pouted accepting defeat as she knew how stubborn I could be once I set my mind to something.

Huffing she said "I know there is nothing I can say that can change your mind, so I guess I'll just have to keep an eye on you."

Grinning at her words I get up to give her a hug as I plopped on the couch beside her and wrapping my arms around her tightly, I said, "Thank you, thank you so much! You know I feel better now that you are there to look after me."

"But I do not support you in this madness."

"I know" I cheered, grinning at her, happy to have my sister's back.

"How are you going to go about your plan then?" she asked pulling away from me as she got all serious. It was a given that now that she cannot stop me, she would at least keep her tabs on my every move. Honestly, I found it really adorable to have her looking out for me.

I quickly go over my plan with her that is simply playing the boys like they have been playing me all my life.

Getting up and stand in front of her as if ready to give a presentation I put out four of my fingers and said, "It's very simple."

"First I'll date them." I put down my little finger.

"Second I'll win their trust." I put down my ring finger.

"Third I'll make them fall for me." Another finger goes down.

"Fourth I'll break their heart and leave them." My last finger goes down.

"And then we party!" Denise shouted from the love seat gaining herself a disgusted look from Blu while I could only chuckle at my best friend.

"It will not be as easy as you think. It will take a lot of time and how many boys do you really think you can play and for how long are you going to do this?" Blu asked her eyebrows creased while her brown eyes stared right into my similar ones.

But her words made me pause for a second as I thought.

How long am I really planning to do this?

As if sensing my hesitance Denise rose to her feet and coming beside me to face Blu she said, "Don't worry Blu, she can do this until she finds her 'The One' for her and till then let those boys suffer like they have been making us girls do."

Denise's words help me reinforce my confidence and I send my sister a sweet smile.

"Just please don't get hurt."

"Oh Blu, it's those damn boys' time to get hurt. She has had enough. Remember how her past three high school boyfriends had made her cry. Seeing her like that was one of my worst experiences."

Denise's words felt like a blow to my gut.

Memories of all the past mistakes I had made and how much I had let them affect me came rushing through me like molten lava. It boiled my blood as I remembered how much of an asshole, they were to treat me like they did.

Alex was the only one for whom I didn't shed any tears after coming back home after a break up.

Blu sat with me yesterday listening to everything I had to say, coaxing me to cry and to let the pain out but I couldn't cry.

Not after what I had promised to myself.

"And guys in Uni are no different, they just want to have-"

"Denise, I think we all understand your point," Blu spoke, abruptly stopping Denise from completing her rant.

She had always been the one to understand my feelings without even having to look at my face. Call it twin telepathy or anything else but I was very thankful for my sister and that, she cut her off at that moment.

At times my best friend could be so clueless.

She had no idea how much it still hurt remembering all the pain I had to face in the past. It ached me every time to think that I invested so much of my precious time and affection caring and loving them only for all of it to go to waste.

"Why don't you two go out for dinner? It's almost time and I would have joined you, but I already made plans with my dance crew," Blu said getting up to head out but not before giving me a hug. I could feel the tension dissipate from my body at her hug and finally waving and shouting out a bye, she walked out of the small living room.

"What do you say Scar? Let's go to Sabrosa," Denise suggested or more like demanded as I saw her already taking out her keys from her purse, not even waiting to hear my answer before she skipped out of the room.

A small smile broke on my face at her antics.

She really was a weird one.

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"Where do you think we should find our first prey?" Denise asked as she looked through the menu, sitting in front of me.

"I have no idea, Denny," I confessed truthfully as I looked through the menu as well.

I might have made this plan but now that I must go through with it, it seemed much more difficult than I thought.

"What would you beautiful ladies like to order, today?"

A waiter came greeting us. He had a big smile on his face, clearly the one he had to put on for the sake of his job, as he looked down at his notepad to write our orders.

Unable to decide for myself I let Denise order two chicken fajita rice bowls and plain water for the both of us as she had already declared on our way here that this was going to be her treat.

Removing my gaze from my rambling best friend I observed our waiter for the night. He looked to be around our age and when he turned to face me his eyes seemed to pop open a little as he stuttered, "W-Would you like anything else along with it?"

It was like God had listened to my problems and sent him as the solution. He was already into me.

He was to be my first prey.

Giving him my most flirty smile, I tilt my head up towards him and said, "Yes, you."

This seemed to make him even more flustered and giving me a shy smile, he quickly walked away.

"Are you sure he is the one?" Denise asked leaning forward towards me and not so subtly, pointed at him.

Swiftly putting her finger down, I nodded my head already feeling excited to start with my mission.

"How are you going to ask him out?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, but it wouldn't be very hard I am sure, he already seems to find me attractive," I condescendingly said looking at him, and when our eyes met, I gave him a sugary smile.

"He doesn't look too bad himself; I gotta give that to him," She said critiquing him openly and if I had to be honest he did look very handsome.

After around ten minutes when our dishes our brought back I am disappointed to see that it is some other girl and not him who had been here to serve us and I couldn't stop the frown from appearing on my face.

"I think you scared him," Denise laughed immediately digging into her food as she looked at the retreating figure of the waitress.

"You don't think I had been too direct, do you?" I asked worriedly while raking my eyes around to hopefully get a glimpse of him again.

"Well," she started to say, stretching the word a little too long and then ended it with a, "Maybe."

"Damn! Why did I have to say that?" I hissed, cursing myself and grudgingly started eating my food that would hopefully provide some comfort to me.

We continued bickering about the plan some more when Denise asked for the bill which to our luck was being brought by him.

Maybe I could still get him to go out with me.

He smiled at me and gave me the bill even though Denise extended her hand out to take it and as soon as I took it he rushed away at once, getting back to his job.

Denise snatched it from me before I could take a look and opening it to look at it, she let out a squeal, "You vixen!"

Pouting at her I waited for whatever the reason was for her words and showing me the bill, I noticed something that made my eyes widen. Written below in small neat figures were a set of numbers with a name beside it.

He had given me his number!

I smirked at Denise taking the bill from her.

This just got so much easier.