In a way, I never even liked Leo as more than a friend. I thought he was interested in me, so I told myself, "Oh, Rose, a little 6th grader likes you, let's manipulate him and make him date you so that you can finally have a boyfriend and have something interesting going on in your life."
I am such an idiot. I am such a slut. Leo deserves better than me anyways. I used him. To make myself interesting, to rush things... And mostly to forget about Oliver.
It's hard to be in love with an asshole. It might not seem like it, but it is. You have to assume that your crush is a bad guy and will never like you. And if he does, it won't be for who you are, but for your beauty or your curves. I am not beautiful. I am not curvy. I'm just a pathetic girl who fantasizes about an asshole.
Me and Oliver will never happen. Me and Julian will never happen. Me and Leo will never happen.
Oliver will never like me. I will never like Julian. Leo and I are really good friends, but nothing more.
I have to stop dreaming about the impossible, because I will always be disappointed. I'm too young to be going out, even if everyone does it. I'm not ready.
In books, movies, songs... The story almost always works out in the end. In my story, it doesn't work out. Well, for now anyway.
There are a few thing I could do though...
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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomanceShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.
