Hello, I'm Kalani Hilliker, also known as "the home wrecker".
I guess I'm too flirty and seductive, making boys' brains overload.
Not my fault, honestly.
Listen, I'm not just here to get laid. That's how people put it, especially those whose relationships I've wrecked. I maybe a home wrecker, but I have feelings as well.
I wasn't always like this. It started after my "loving" boyfriend, Lucas Triana, dumped me. Of course, I didn't want anyone to have a happy relationship ever again.
Ever again. Like up if you're happy with a boy, I will crush your soul.
*flashback*
I was at a party. Aidan Brown's party, to be exact. I was searching for Lucas, wanting only to see him.
He, after all, was my boyfriend.
I snuck outside and to the back of the house, and climbed up a tree. I peeked inside the bedroom window, seconds later wishing I hadn't. I lost my grip on the tree, falling down. I hit the ground, sobbing not because I was in physical pain, but mental pain. Questions ran through my mind: Did I bore him? Was I not enough? Did he ever love me?
I cried, and cried, until I had no tears left. The party was over, but there in the grass I was. It was dark out, and the air was cold. It was oddly silent as only one thing ran through my head:
That bitch.
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Fanfictionkalani hilliker is a home wrecker. she has always won her little game. will someone have the nerve to break that chain? find out in “played,” a kalani hilliker story.
