Folklore

Preface

James POV
The rain was pouring down from where I stood with my skateboard, porch lights gleaming down upon me. I fucked up

Augustine's POV
Before June began my parents decided we would spend summer in Nantucket instead of New York. I wasn't thrilled about leaving my friends for three long months but I was sure I would enjoy my time on the sandy shores anyway. They told me we would be staying our small cottage, I loved it there really, I mean with its white bricks and glistening ocean view, who wouldn't. I just never thought that the boy who ended up twisted in my bedsheets that summer would cause so much trouble. And I never believed that the summer of 1989 would change so much for me. I definitely didn't think I would get my heart broken.

Betty's POV
There I stand against the bleachers under the meek colorful lights of our school gym. I am absolutely speechless. Will Jacobs is asking me to dance, I mean come on. Who wouldn't be speechless if a 6'0, blue dreamy eyed guy came to ask them to dance? But I guess you could say Im speechless for all the wrong reasons. I should be fawning over him but instead I'm standing here like an idiot wishing I had never came at all. I should be happy he's asking me, right? But all I've done all night is stare at James. Stupid. Fucking. James. I hate him. With everything in me I absolutely hate him. So I find myself saying yes to Will. Not because I want to, but because I want to spite James.