Not Your Average Cliche Love Story (Wattys2015)

Introduction

I am going to start off by saying that this isn't what you'd expect. This is not me being the damsel in distress and him being the prince. Or me being the prom queen and him being the loser. Or him being the jock and me being the Mathlete hopelessly in love with him. Or him being the bad boy who eventually falls head-over-heels in love with me, the the incredibly smart hot chick, after we share a passionate hate for each other. This is not one of those stories.

That whole 'opposites attract' thing? Yeah. Bullshit. The dude being the opposite of the gal is not what makes them attracted to each other. It's those pheromones and hormones and that whole body chemistry and all that crap. Simple biology. No big deal.

So, we weren't opposites. If anything we were too alike. He was a jerk, I was a bitch. He was a player, I was a cheater (If you count me going out on one date with a guy and then never calling him again, whilst going out with some other guy the next month, cheating that is. Some people call it "commitment issues". I call it "being bored".) He hated me, I hated him. And so on and so forth.

So what exactly happened? That, my friends, needs to be broken down into several events. So let's start with numero uno. The Confession.