He calls me.
AGAIN. For like the fifth time in half an hour.
But I ignore all the calls, all the texts, and I shut the world out.
My parents leave me alone. Dad is too busy at work anyway, and my mom has to teach at a college. So I'm not payed much attention to anyway.
Good. I need some time to myself. Away from Adalyn. And away from Dylan.
It was always clear. I would - and will - never get the happy ending that I dreamed of as a child.
The happy ending that would have started with Dylan.
Dylan Hood, the boy who I reluctantly let in to my heart 12 years ago in the preschool playground. And we were best friends for the rest of our lives.
But I'm not so sure anymore.
I really feel like a broken porcelain doll who needed a little love and care but instead was picked up, looked over carefully, and thrown out. Used and thrown out. Forgotten. Replaced by another, perfect Barbie doll with golden hair and blue eyes.
Adalyn.
She's smart, and pretty, or as Dylan would say, beautiful. She's popular, a luxury Dylan and I have never really been familiar with, and the teachers love her. She walks down the halls without a care in the world, flawless without knowing it. She's stolen the heart of Dylan, a childhood friend - no, best friend - who I have been in love with since forever.
And me. Mousy brown hair, green eyes, olive skin, and a tendency to zone out in class. Not a Barbie doll with a pale complexion and blue eyes and golden hair. I have decent but not stellar grades. A reputation of nothing but the bookworm who has - or had, at least - one friend. The outcast.
The outcast standing next to the perfect one and expecting to have a fair competition.
The Golden Girl is taking over my life.
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Only Friends
RomanceEver since high school started, I've been unknown in the world of sophomore popularity. The only friend I have, Dylan Hood? He's quirky and nice and we have known each other since either of us can remember. The only problem. I have a major crush. Of...
