Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun but baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run

Rule number two, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose

Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek but never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat

Rule number four, gotta be looking pure kiss him goodbye at the door, and leave him wanting more, more

I didn't like to follow the rules. School rules, house rules, any rules, I didn't follow them. I always kept it legal, but barely. There was, however, one set rules I'd followed since my 15th birthday. The heartbreaker rules. They gave me pleasure and a good time, and they avoided heart break.

I entered a bar, immediately scanning the room for potential targets. Stood near the bar was a tall blonde guy. Tan skin, toned arms, and abs visible through a tight shirt. First target. Now see if he's really single. It's was one moral I kept, I never made someone cheat. It was against everything. I knew how it hurt, I knew how worthless you felt when it happened to you. I had experienced this myself.

Blondie was now talking to a girl, green hair flowing down her shoulder. They seemed to be friends, no intimacy or couple like actions. I was about to move towards the blonde, when on the stage an announcer appeared.

"Hello people. Tonight for us live is the band 'Reverse The Chaos'. They'll be your entertainment tonight. Give them a big applause."

Blondie, Greenie and two other guys went onto the stage, and I watched with interest. So my next target was a musician. Whilst the others were setting up their equipment, Blondie walked up to the microphone.

"Good evening, New York City! I'm Will, lead singer of Reverse the Chaos. We're going to be playing a combination of covers and originals tonight. And we're starting with 'Polarize' by Twenty one Pilots. Enjoy."

Help me polarize, help me polarize,

Help me down,

Those stairs is where I'll be hiding all my problems,

Help me polarize, help me polarize,

Help me out,

My friends and I, we've got a lot of problems.

We have problems

we have problems

His voice was kind of mesmerising. I snapped out of my thoughts as soon as I thought them. I wouldn't allow myself to fall in love, never. The song had always held meaning to me. It was about helping someone to find ground, to centre themselves. I had such a person, but they left before I could express how I felt properly.

"Next is one of our own songs. Listen to your heart, written by me and Kayla."

I know there's something in the wake of your smile.

I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.

You've built a love but that love falls apart.

Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.

Ten minutes later I was standing close to the singer. I'd figured out that the blonde's name is Will, and he's a med student. I ordered drink after drink for the two of us. Slowly growing more intoxicated, we edged closer to each other, losing our sense of personal space.

"Will, would you want to come back to my place?" I was seducing, like a lion seeking out its prey. Next we were stumbling down the street, giggling, making our way to the apartment. I opened the door, and let Will enter first. The blonde looked at the interior, but before he could see much I pushed him against the wall and connected our lips in a heated kiss. We broke away panting, and I trailed kisses down his jaw and neck.

"Bedroom" I managed to pant before we were moving, lips still exploring each other's body. We stumbled through the door, and yanked articles of clothing away.

That was the best sleep I had gotten in a long time. In fact the first full night sleep since my heart was broken and I had sworn off romance. It felt warm, to be wrapped up in someone's arms, sharing a bed with a person other than for sex. Sometimes my 'targets' left right after, not bothering to stay.

Listen to your heart when he's calling for you.

Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt strangely cold. Not the type of cold you feel from weather, but like there's was something previously there, and left before you were conscious. I felt around me, but was met with warm matrass and the cool surface of a note. I turned and finally opened my eyes.

Light was streaming through the windows, illuminating a note written on the paper I kept on my desk. I looked at my clock. 11:25.

I turned back to the paper. It was folded carefully, and on the front my name was spelled out, in beautiful written cursive. I unfolded the note. At the bottom was an already familiar name. My eyes skimmed over the lines, quickly reading what it said.

Dear Nico,

I hope you weren't intoxicated enough to forget me, or last night. Otherwise this note is useless. I was not as drunk as you thought, but not sober enough to think clearly. Now, I have to leave for class, and you're still asleep. I don't want to wake you, because you'll be needing the sleep. My classes end at 3 PM, you can contact me then. My number: 001584156559.

I hope I'll hear something from you soon,

Will Solace

For some reason, I felt a smile appear on my face. I quickly replaced it with a scowl when I realized what I was doing. I did get out my phone and entered Will's number. I had accepted phone numbers before, but rarely had to use them. People came back to me, not I to them. Normally I would leave a card with my address and people would come back to me, until I dumped them after a while. Never before had I texted first. However, now I found myself typing out a message to Will.

'Hey, Will, it's Nico. I really enjoyed last night. If you want, we can meet up at a coffee shop after class. I'll text to you the details when you confirm you'll come.'

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I found myself sitting in a coffee shop, waiting for the blonde to arrive. During his break, and just before my class started, he'd texted me, saying he was looking forward to meet with me again. Now I was staring at the door, and looking up hopefully any time someone entered.

When he did arrive, I smiled, my heart fluttering. He walked in my direction also smiling. The smile made me feel warm, and strangely at home.

"Hey" it was almost a sigh of relief leaving my mouth. He smiled even wider, if it was possible, and grinned. "Hey. I kind of let you sleep this morning, you looked very peaceful and I didn't want to disturb that peace."

'You were the reason of that peace' I thought, but said "Don't worry about it, I didn't have class until the afternoon anyway, so I wasn't late for anything."

He sat down and ordered his drinking, I followed soon after. We fell into a conversation, and not for a moment I thought about trying to seduce him. Where he was a med student, I was an art mayor with a minor in psychology. He was precise and punctual, I was sloppy in almost everything except for art, and was late more often than not. He never, ever swore, and I swore trying to brush my hair out of my face. He hated conflict, I could raise my voice over anything.

It was strange. We were complete opposite, yet he seemed to balance me, calm me. Everything in me was drawn to him.

If you'd ask me now, I'd deny that I discarded those rules I held onto so strongly in those moments. I'd say it took months before Will had convinced me, but it wasn't true.

I fell for Will. I don't know when, but one morning I woke up, and Will was still asleep beside me, his arms wrapped around me. The warmth was familiar by now, after being embraced in it for more than two months. I turned to Will, and looked at his features, softened by sleep. He looked beautiful and cute.

I was staring, just admiring his features, when he slowly blinked his eyes open. His blue orbs looked up at me, still hazy from sleep. It felt peaceful, and I never wanted to wake up to anything else. I wanted those eyes to look at me like that every morning.

I was utterly, and completely in love with him.

Maybe I couldn't keep to the heartbreaker rules,but I was perfectly fine with that. Because I had finally found someone whopolarized me. I had finally listened to my heart.

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