Girls, If a boy's name begins with a "J"... run.

But, sometimes, Js are not the only heartbreakers. His name started with an O and I thought that he was different.
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Moving away from my hometown, my mom and I settled in a big city. Parting ways with my old friends and memories, I had to adjust quickly to our new surroundings.
There, I met a boy- Oliver.
He didn't give me the best first impression which resulted in my decision to stay away from him.
He was trouble and I knew it and yet... The more he pestered me, the more I grew to like him.
The more I grew to like him, the harder it was to stay away from him.
And when I thought that we were having mutual feelings for each other, and confessed, he then said with a laugh;

"Are kidding me? No way in hell am I gonna date you! Babe, it was a bet with my friends. Want me to tell you what it was about?" He cupped my cheek gently as he brushed a stray tear with his thumb.
"If I could make you fall in love with me." Then he kissed my forehead and walked away.