Don't Hate the Player

Prolog

Popularity.

A sought-after and elusive thing that builds confidence and boosts weak egos. It bring people of similar backgrounds together, bounding them through common interests.

But! As with everything in the world there is an ugly side to the glitter coated coin. Along with the positive effects of such a phenomenon, there are downsides. Being in the lime-light changes people, sometimes for the better. Then every once and a while, a bad apple appears.

They recluse from the very people who helped them get there, casting them aside like trash in favor of staying on their high horse. There is no middle ground, no somewhat pompous/nice popular person. Your either one or the other and we both know nice guys always finish last.

These are the reason Hendrik doesn't like popular people. They'll just cast you aside like nothing as soon as you given them everything you have. You put blood, sweat and tears into making them what they are today, thinking they will do the same. But, oh boy! You were wrong.

Hendrik knows all this from personal experience, he helped all of them get to where they were today, he helped them climb up the social ladder. A voluntary pawn in their game of personal image. But what does he get in return?

He get pushed into lockers, spit on, teased, bullied and demeaned. All by the very people he used to call friends. They all walk by him with their heads held high, not even sparing him a glance over.

Hendrik calls them 'they', because their real names died with the friendship they destroyed long ago. He didn't hold it against them of course. No!

He just took the easy way out and blamed himself. Not for doing all the things he did. No, he blamed himself for trusting someone, for thinking that the world had nice people left in it. They were all assholes.

They were all the same, snide, pompous and full of themselves. Shit. They're full of shit. Now how five narcissistic personalities could even be in the same room together, let alone be friends baffled him?! Then again, people were known to bond over a common hate, him.

Hendrik could go on and on for days about how they were all horrible people, but the worst of all of them was her. He had crush on her, he really did. He had stupid delusion that someone like him could be with a blond bombshell like her. Well… At least he was right about one thing, it was a stupid delusion.

It started in middle school, but that's a story for another time. For now let's focus on this chapter.

High School.

A/N Well there you have it. The teaser for my new story 'Don't Hate the Player.' I will try to upload the first chapter as soon as I can. I just want to let you all know though that my first day of school is Friday. I know it sucks, but I will try to put out two chapters before Monday. NO PROMISES. I am a procrastinator. So if you all could review, favorite and follow that would motivate me to get it done that much faster. Another thing that I want to say is that I'm on the school Hockey team. That means most days I have early release, like Wednesdays. And Weekends will probably to somewhat consumed by that. Sorry!

ALSO! Last thing I promise.

With school starting and me being on the sports team. When I do write chapters I won't have the time to proof read them, most likely. So I am looking for a beta reader. That is all Rainbow out.