Wildflower

Chapter 1: Wilder

Just like any 15 year old in this universe, I developed a crush. A crush so big that it eventually crushed me. Pun intended. For many months I observed Jasper- his every move, social media post. In other words, anything and everything he did. At first it seemed like he liked me back, eye contact that was so intense that it made my heart melt and race at the same time. I didn't even know him. But he was so attractive and irresistible that I couldn't think straight. His laughter behind me made me so overwhelmed each time that my knees buckled and I felt sick. Forget butterflies, I was attacked by knifes everyday. I used to go home smiling to myself, laughing louder everyday. I did nothing but think about him. I stalked people that I feared might seduce him. Out of bravery, I messaged him. He always responded with kisses. I thought this meant that he liked me too.

It wasn't the truth.

I didn't read between the lines. My investigations weren't enough. I was practically blind. Not entirely, however. In the last month I noticed his indifference to me. I didn't know what that meant, stupidly. The only thought running around my head was our ship name, Wildflower & Jasper = Wilder, as he made my life "wilder", secretly hoping that our future love life will be "wilder" than anything anyone has ever experienced. Just like my obsession grew "wilder", which he didn't see, or didn't want to see. How stupid I was, not to notice that the only thing growing "wilder" was my pathetic desperation and that the future only held a "wilder" hate for love.

The next events were beautiful at the time which I painstakingly remember now. New Year's Eve. Daydreaming as I put on my nicest underwear and a black lace dress. Everyone in Florandia were meeting in the town park to party as usual. I imagined a romantic night for both of us, finding him to sneak off and kiss under the night sky as fireworks exploded when Big Ben strucks 12:00 o'clock.

I gasped when I saw him. Damn, he was fine! But then a girl ran into his arms. At that time, I felt like I was stabbed. Rose. She was breathtakingly beautiful; dusky, deep purple dress wrapped tightly around her perfect dimensions; an hourglass body anyone would kill for. The thickest, straight, raven hair swished around elegantly as she laughed putting her frail tanned arm on his shoulders. Oval, brown eyes illuminated her golden skin tone even in winter, as she looked at him with admiration. Whilst he, playful as usual, smirked at her. I was standing there shaking, due to cold and anger. That night I ran away, crying silently under my duvet until the morning. I let nobody know what happened, or that I liked him. It was all too embarrassing. When anybody mentioned his name I shuddered inside.

Everything that I wanted to know and feared the most was unleashed. Jasper loved Rose. He was simply a fuck boy getting in with every girl. At the same time, he made us both turn into goo around him. But he chose her. She was prettier and that was it.

It pained me to go to school. To sit near him and listen to his sex life. Before all of this he seemed so angelic, shy, lanky with beautiful legs. But now he seemed disgusting. I wasted my own time due to my vanity. I didn't see that behind a beautiful exterior was an ugly interior. Dumb, pathetic and childish. I knew I was smart and mature. I moved on. But I never hated Rose, I thought that they looked adorable together. It was weird how at first he made me laugh constantly and then he made me cry constantly. But soon, I forgot and forgave. I was calm and determined not to fall in love again and waste time. Instead of petty relationships, I wanted a future. Grades.

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Thanks for reading this chapter! If there are any mistakes please comment, thanks 💗 It's not all soppy I promise, this is just the opening which shows her change of mind set. I hope you like it and will keep reading more!💛💛💛