Suicidal Boyfriend

So Yeah, Made this story, Why? I got a friend a year ago he was quite suicidal, and usually depressed, well, me and the group usually comforts him and stuff... Reverse pschology is such a great thing, but this is a different thing! :)

Ladies and Gents... I don't support suicidal, in fact i'm against it... Also this isn't a true life story, it's all fictional.

I Hope you'll like this!

~ CHAPTER 1 ~

Aldrich's POV

I am not a geek, I am a loser. Wearing glasses doesn't equal being a geek. I don't go around playing Dungeons and Dragons or crave about Lord of the Rings, and I certainly do not go and play any techie stuffs... Heck, I don't even make techno music nor doing Hacking stuffs, Now those kids are geeks. And I've never been attracted to any of their hobbies but maybe, well except from Techno musics, well listening yes, not making, geeks have some friends and a small place at school, I, on the other hand, don't.

So I'm what they would call a LOSER and occasionally even categorized as LONER. Yeah, Never even lose to anything yet, but except to the game of life but the LONER fits my description quite well. I'm the kid you'll see wandering around the campus by himself or with his head in a particularly interesting book at the library way in the back. My seat is always one by a window, and I make sure to blend into the background in Gym, Now i felt like i'm from the Movie or Book titled as I AM NUMBER 4. You'd think if I blend in then logically no one would even be able to notice or torment me, right?... Wrong!

I would never be picked on... if I didn't talk back to that Damn Popular Shitty Jock. He wouldn't know me and Bully me every damn day, because of that i became popular as the main LOSER and stuffs... Worst of all, people start thinking that I'm some tough, outgoing kid which is not, think I'm a rebel just for talking back to a teacher. Well, those people are idiots. I didn't talk back i defend myself, I'm not a rebel i just like the taste of strawberry candies, i'm more of a laid back and interacting nor talking to people is not my thing.

My life is fucked up and stuffs, who wouldn't talk back if you were accused anyways? So yeah, my life will probably be easier once I killed myself, oh wait i can't, Why? Because my true soul mate noticed me for standing up. Plus, i met her back then giving me a wonderful scar at my arm, see? because of it i looked like a geeky rebel.

Anyway back to my current life, the loser in school with a flat haired or something hairstyle, headset and the dorky glasses. Who would ever in their right mind want to date me? No one that's who and I understand that. I haven't given up on love yet though, I can't. I don't want hundreds of girls liking me anyway, I only want one and she is Ashley Figueroa. She wasn't always Captain of the Cheerleading squad or the most popular girl in school or the Class Representative that She used to be, and always will be, my Blonde Angel. 

Let's just say she help me look for my father who happens to left me at the playground, and that time it was getting dark and no one dares to help me even the adults just pass by ignoring me and stuff... To end the short story, the day we first met she gave me something...

Ashley hadn't changed at all, by the way, she was still smart and kind to others, she still had that same smile that could brighten the worst of days. And I still loved her. For ten years now I have been watching Ashley. Ten years now, and I wasn't planning on adding another. It was our senior year, neither of us had ever dated before, even though more than half the population at school did. We were perfect for each other, perfect.

What about me being an idiotic loser of this school, her stalker? The difference was I would use what remains in my brain to win her. Ashley was a kind person, extremely nice and thoughtful, almost to a fault. She refused guys in the nicest way possible; all I had to do was think of a way she wouldn't, couldn't refuse. Maybe I'm not an idiot after all.