It wasn't her fault she was a heart breaker. I mean, couldn't guys just get a clue sometimes? She just wanted to be friends. But then he would make a move and that would be that. She would begin her disappearing act. She thought she had very good reasons, mostly intimacy problems and that she was a commitment freak.

It wasn't her fault that what she did made everybody hate her. On the other hand, she didn't care what other people thought. She did what she had to do. To make them go away, that is. They were old enough to get a clue right? I mean, she didn't have to spell everything out for them did she? That was so unfair. It seemed to her that all the boys were just so dense; she couldn't stand it, it was like they were forcing her to break their hearts. She didn't ever ask any of the guys to fall for her.

She told them first and foremost the most important thing that she knew they should know, they had a right to know. She didn't want a boyfriend. Most of them backed away right away, some were a little resistant, but eventually backed off too. But the last guy just wouldn't quit. She told him right up front like she did with all the other guys that she didn't want a boyfriend and why. It's not like she led him on or anything. It was nothing like that in everyway she looked at it. But he acted as if he hadn't heard her.

At first she humored him while telling him off at the same time. Then when she started to get irritated, she told him again that she didn't want a boyfriend and like her being single. And again he asked why.

"They just get in the way."

In what way? He had asked.

She tried to explain to him why exactly she didn't want someone to hang around her, to watch her every move, doing things for her and with her. She liked her independence very much, and she didn't want someone getting in the way of that. She had said that she thought she just wasn't ready for any kind of relationship; maybe she just wasn't mature enough. She had fallen in love before, but the baggage of having to share herself with someone else was just too much for her. She couldn't breathe. She lost herself. She didn't like that. At all. She couldn't take it, so she bailed. She thought that after their conversation, he would finally accept defeat and quit bugging her. He didn't.

He kept at it, trying to woo her out of her steadfast philosophy of being single. She started to regret talking to him that day that they met. Why did she have to be so fucking friendly?

They had met at an audition for a singing contest. They had exchanged cell phone numbers since they knew they might not be meeting again. But she had underestimated him and his eagerness to get to know her.

He was three years older than her seventeen years. In the back of her mind she felt he was too old for her, but who cared? She wasn't interested in dating, wasn't interested in him, and thought he wasn't interested in her. All she was after was friendship. She thought she made that crystal clear to him over and over again. So why did he have to go and ruin it all by pushing and pushing?

She never said out loud to anybody that she thought she was pretty or beautiful. Never. So why did he keep suggesting nicknames for her? She didn't like it and told him to call her by her first name. That was pretty simple right? But he didn't get the clue.

She had warned him to stop what he was doing, to stop pushing her. She was getting real sick and tired of it - and him- already and they had only known each other for two months at that time. He asked her why. She told him he knew exactly why.

Then one day she had had enough.

For one fateful night she let him have his way with her, hoping that it would satisfy his thirst for her. For a while it worked. He disappeared for two weeks. At last she could breath again. She could stop hiding out, could start hanging out with her friends again.

But then he returned. Again.

And she snapped.