Love Story? Maybe Not.

Chapter 1. My first memory without him.

Dear friend,

"Phoebe, don't worry about him he's an idiot!" Eleanor had said, wrapping her arms around me as I cried into her blue scarf.

"I can't help it!" I choked "Why would he say something like that! We were meant to be friends..."

"Like I told you before, he's just a prick and a bully..."

Hi, I'm Phoebe, here I was sort of crying into my best friends shoulder... You probably want to know what happened to make me cry so I'll fill you in.

You see, after I split with my last boyfriend, Adam I made friends with this guy from my gym, Stefan, we later learnt that we went to the same school and he was in the year above me. He hugged me when I cried. I found out Adam had kissed my best friend and other girls while we were together, I was broken and he always looked after me when I was on my own. He was so kind to me and soon we became almost inseparable, we talked every night on facebook and the only times we were apart at school was for lessons. Even at one point he seemed to be the only person I could trust, he kept me from hurting myself, he kept me here and I was so grateful to him for that, but how could it be that the same person who had stopped me from hurting could be the one who hurt me more than anyone?

Just out of the blue he had stopped talking to me.

When I asked him why, he told me he never wants to be friends with me again.

I tried to apologise through the tears but he stood there emotionless.

The last thing I heard from him was that if me or any of my friends were to come near him again, he would knock us out. Charming I know. But through all that, I still wanted to forgive him.

Stupid me.

I never even liked him how everyone thought I did. He was like a brother to me and that was it.

To this day, I don't know what I did to upset him and I probably never will.

Phoebe x