A/N: I am a huge fan of cruel Intentions. I love Sebastian
and Kathryn. I decided to make these two charectars like
Sebastian and Kathryn, everything else is not like cruel
intentions. Please review and enjoy.
She knew his game. She played it too. They were both players who couldn't ever be in a relationship. They were two of a kind, alike in nearly ever way imaginable. They always get whom they make a play for. They could have anyone. The only one they want they can't have, eachother.
"How do you break up with someone," asked Andrew Evans into the phone.
He heard the pause, then he heard a scoff.
"Are you stupid? You know how to break up with people all the time," said Angela.
"I know that. It's just I have always done it through the phone. This is different. I have to break up with her in person because I don't have her number," said Andrew.
"God, you're pathetic! You go up to her- whoever she is- tell her it's over and that you've found someone else for you," said Angela.
She had truly made it sound easy. He had called his best friend Angela an hour ago. Now he was sitting at starbuck's with a sobbing Kelly. He'd rather be anywhere else.
Could she be more pathetic? Honestly, what did she think that they'd date for the rest of their senior year and get married? Hell, no.
Andrew was interupted by his train of thought by Kelly.
"You said you loved me! I gave myself to you! I loved you! You can't just sleep with someone one night and act like it didn't happen the next day," screamed Kelly.
People gasped as they shook their heads. They really weren't that shock. Everyone knew about Andrew's reputation. He was charming and gorgeous. That was only what partly attracted girls to him. They also fell for the bad boy. All his conquests had hopes that they would be the one to tame him. He could have any girl he wanted except one.
"Did you honestly think last night meant anything to me? I just wanted to see if you were a good fuck," said Angela.
She watched Greg. She controlled the urge to roll her eyes or slap him.
"I can't believe this. How can you feel like this, I mean after last night. I thought we were now officially together," said Greg.
"Look, it's me. I'm just fucked up. Oh well, there's my ride. I got to go. Oh and Greg, did you honestly think we would've made it," asked Angela.
She walked out to Andrew's porsche. She truly loved his car. She began to flip the station.
Andrew raised his eyebrow. There was no way in hell she was actually changing the station. It was his car. He tried to remove her hand.
"This is my car. I am not listening to your music," said Andrew.
"There is no way I am listening to jazz," said Angela.
Her chin slightly jutted out in annoyance.
Andrew smiled a little.
"You're pretty when you're mad," commented Andrew.
Angela smirked.
"Yeah, right. Hmm, let's see. What are the next lines? Your eyes are so beautiful. God, you're pretty. Let me take you out. You're the prettiest girl I know. You're the one," said Angela sarcastically.
Andrew smiled a little. "I was serious."
"I'm not one of your stupid girls. I know your game," said Angela.
Angela watched as the new girl walked into their strict prep school. She had blonde hair. She was your typical deffinition of a dumb blonde. Angela hated her already. She was without a doubt going to be Andrew's newest challenge.
"What's her name," asked Andrew excitedly.
They were sitting at lunch together. They usually were surrounded by a ton of people but most students were on a field trip. They hated field trips and so had decided not to go.
Angela gave him an annoyed look.
"I don't care what her fucked up name is! She is a stupid blonde."
"She's a challenge. I'll bet she's a virgin. I'm going to take that away from her. She won't be able to resist me. No one ever can," said Andrew proudly.
He received a cold look from Angela. She obviously wasn't happy with his announcement.
"Are you jealous?"
"Why the hell would I be jealous?"
"Oh come on Angela. We both know you want me," said Andrew.
"I don't want you. We're just friends," said Angela.
"Yeah right, whatever you have to tell yourself. I'll tell you what I do know. You feel threatened by Andrea," said Andrew.
Angela's eyes flashed with Anger.
"You knew her name this whole time?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to use it to get to you."
Angela gave him a cold stare before getting up from their table. She had never recalled being so mad at Andrew.
TEN YEARS AGO:
"Class, please welcome our new student Andrew Evans." The class quietly snickered. That's how they had become friends. They shared the same last name. People made comments like "What if they got married? Her name would never change."
"Hi, I'm Andrew Evans," said Andrew.
"Hmm, Angela Evans. It's nice to meet you," said Angela.
"The feeling is mutual. What are you doing tonight," he asked.
The plan was to ask her out, throw a few pick up lines, and get her into bed. What he didn't know was Angela wasn't his average girl. She was different from the others. He discovered that a few seconds later.
"Nothing that includes you."
He smirked at her pretty face. He wasn't expecting that answer. He was expecting her to blush and bat her eyes. Then he would tell her how beautiful she was. Then they would go out and he would fuck her. But that obviously didn't happen.
"You aren't like most girls are you," asked Andrew.
"You think? You see, if I was like most girls I'd be throwing myself at you. You don't se me doing that, do you? I'm not like the other girls. I take pride in sex. I hate relationships. All I look for is a good fuck."
PRESENT DAY
Andrew walked up to Andrea.
"Hi, you must be new. My name is Andrew."
She blushed three shades as he talked to her. 'Damn, this is going to be easy.'
"What are you doing tonight," asked Andrew.
"I don't know, why," asked Andrea
"I know this sounds corny, but would you like to go out with me? Look, you don't have to. I knew I didn't stand a chance with someone as beautiful as you," said Andrew.
"What are you talking about," asked Andrea.
'Damn this chick is stupid!'
"Never mind, I knew it was a waste of my time. I should of known a beautiful woman like you would never give a guy like me the time of day," said Andrew.
Andrew knew very well he wasn't ugly. It was just a good thing to use with girls. He knew how to get to a girl. He knew how to get all girls, but one.
Across the way Angela was seething. How dare he flirt with her like that? What the fuck was his problem? Why was she upset? Why did she feel threatened by this girl? She knew she was just another girl who would be gone by the next morning. Sometimes she truly hated Andrew. When she felt that feeling she realized she loved him. She wasn't about to let some stupid girl get in her way with Andrew. She was Andrew's number one. She would be damned if that ever changed.
Andrew watched her enraged look. He had to try his best not to laugh. Angela was normally a calm a collected girl. She looked pretty when she was mad. He tried to concentrate on the task at hand. He tried not to let his thoughts wonder to Angela. It was really hard. This Andrea was more boring than she looked. She fell for his every word.
She knew his game. She played it too. They were both players who couldn't ever be in a relationship. They were two of a kind, alike in nearly ever way imaginable. They always get whom they make a play for. They could have anyone. The only one they want they can't have, eachother.
"How do you break up with someone," asked Andrew Evans into the phone.
He heard the pause, then he heard a scoff.
"Are you stupid? You know how to break up with people all the time," said Angela.
"I know that. It's just I have always done it through the phone. This is different. I have to break up with her in person because I don't have her number," said Andrew.
"God, you're pathetic! You go up to her- whoever she is- tell her it's over and that you've found someone else for you," said Angela.
She had truly made it sound easy. He had called his best friend Angela an hour ago. Now he was sitting at starbuck's with a sobbing Kelly. He'd rather be anywhere else.
Could she be more pathetic? Honestly, what did she think that they'd date for the rest of their senior year and get married? Hell, no.
Andrew was interupted by his train of thought by Kelly.
"You said you loved me! I gave myself to you! I loved you! You can't just sleep with someone one night and act like it didn't happen the next day," screamed Kelly.
People gasped as they shook their heads. They really weren't that shock. Everyone knew about Andrew's reputation. He was charming and gorgeous. That was only what partly attracted girls to him. They also fell for the bad boy. All his conquests had hopes that they would be the one to tame him. He could have any girl he wanted except one.
"Did you honestly think last night meant anything to me? I just wanted to see if you were a good fuck," said Angela.
She watched Greg. She controlled the urge to roll her eyes or slap him.
"I can't believe this. How can you feel like this, I mean after last night. I thought we were now officially together," said Greg.
"Look, it's me. I'm just fucked up. Oh well, there's my ride. I got to go. Oh and Greg, did you honestly think we would've made it," asked Angela.
She walked out to Andrew's porsche. She truly loved his car. She began to flip the station.
Andrew raised his eyebrow. There was no way in hell she was actually changing the station. It was his car. He tried to remove her hand.
"This is my car. I am not listening to your music," said Andrew.
"There is no way I am listening to jazz," said Angela.
Her chin slightly jutted out in annoyance.
Andrew smiled a little.
"You're pretty when you're mad," commented Andrew.
Angela smirked.
"Yeah, right. Hmm, let's see. What are the next lines? Your eyes are so beautiful. God, you're pretty. Let me take you out. You're the prettiest girl I know. You're the one," said Angela sarcastically.
Andrew smiled a little. "I was serious."
"I'm not one of your stupid girls. I know your game," said Angela.
Angela watched as the new girl walked into their strict prep school. She had blonde hair. She was your typical deffinition of a dumb blonde. Angela hated her already. She was without a doubt going to be Andrew's newest challenge.
"What's her name," asked Andrew excitedly.
They were sitting at lunch together. They usually were surrounded by a ton of people but most students were on a field trip. They hated field trips and so had decided not to go.
Angela gave him an annoyed look.
"I don't care what her fucked up name is! She is a stupid blonde."
"She's a challenge. I'll bet she's a virgin. I'm going to take that away from her. She won't be able to resist me. No one ever can," said Andrew proudly.
He received a cold look from Angela. She obviously wasn't happy with his announcement.
"Are you jealous?"
"Why the hell would I be jealous?"
"Oh come on Angela. We both know you want me," said Andrew.
"I don't want you. We're just friends," said Angela.
"Yeah right, whatever you have to tell yourself. I'll tell you what I do know. You feel threatened by Andrea," said Andrew.
Angela's eyes flashed with Anger.
"You knew her name this whole time?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to use it to get to you."
Angela gave him a cold stare before getting up from their table. She had never recalled being so mad at Andrew.
TEN YEARS AGO:
"Class, please welcome our new student Andrew Evans." The class quietly snickered. That's how they had become friends. They shared the same last name. People made comments like "What if they got married? Her name would never change."
"Hi, I'm Andrew Evans," said Andrew.
"Hmm, Angela Evans. It's nice to meet you," said Angela.
"The feeling is mutual. What are you doing tonight," he asked.
The plan was to ask her out, throw a few pick up lines, and get her into bed. What he didn't know was Angela wasn't his average girl. She was different from the others. He discovered that a few seconds later.
"Nothing that includes you."
He smirked at her pretty face. He wasn't expecting that answer. He was expecting her to blush and bat her eyes. Then he would tell her how beautiful she was. Then they would go out and he would fuck her. But that obviously didn't happen.
"You aren't like most girls are you," asked Andrew.
"You think? You see, if I was like most girls I'd be throwing myself at you. You don't se me doing that, do you? I'm not like the other girls. I take pride in sex. I hate relationships. All I look for is a good fuck."
PRESENT DAY
Andrew walked up to Andrea.
"Hi, you must be new. My name is Andrew."
She blushed three shades as he talked to her. 'Damn, this is going to be easy.'
"What are you doing tonight," asked Andrew.
"I don't know, why," asked Andrea
"I know this sounds corny, but would you like to go out with me? Look, you don't have to. I knew I didn't stand a chance with someone as beautiful as you," said Andrew.
"What are you talking about," asked Andrea.
'Damn this chick is stupid!'
"Never mind, I knew it was a waste of my time. I should of known a beautiful woman like you would never give a guy like me the time of day," said Andrew.
Andrew knew very well he wasn't ugly. It was just a good thing to use with girls. He knew how to get to a girl. He knew how to get all girls, but one.
Across the way Angela was seething. How dare he flirt with her like that? What the fuck was his problem? Why was she upset? Why did she feel threatened by this girl? She knew she was just another girl who would be gone by the next morning. Sometimes she truly hated Andrew. When she felt that feeling she realized she loved him. She wasn't about to let some stupid girl get in her way with Andrew. She was Andrew's number one. She would be damned if that ever changed.
Andrew watched her enraged look. He had to try his best not to laugh. Angela was normally a calm a collected girl. She looked pretty when she was mad. He tried to concentrate on the task at hand. He tried not to let his thoughts wonder to Angela. It was really hard. This Andrea was more boring than she looked. She fell for his every word.