Vince Charming

Prologue

"Fuck."

There is a certain situation which we have all experienced at least once in our lifetime. You like a person, but they're not into you.

But you, being you, try to approach them. You talk to them over text. So even as you try to cook up that perfect text and make it look not desperate, even though you completely are, after a point, they just friendzone you, send infrequent late replies, or even worse, just ghost you.

So here I was, awaiting a reply, even though I knew deep down inside, that he wasn't gonna continue the conversation.

I stared at the word "Read" under my text.

"This is so embarrassing." I covered my face with my arms as I thumped onto my back against the bed. "He read it last night and still didn't reply."

Another one bit the dust. Funny how I had guys lined up trying to get me to date them, but I didn't like any of them enough. Even funnier was how if I liked somebody, they were either taken or not interested.

And the funniest thing was that I rarely found people worthy enough of approaching them myself.

If one guy wasn't tall enough, another had really faulty grammar. One wasn't funny or smart, and another had a really bad taste in music. I couldn't even help getting turned off by these silly things. I needed help, I thought to myself.

But then again, I had made mistakes in choosing men in the past and now I knew better than to settle for less than what I deserved.

A tiny tear escaped my eye. Being single was fun, sure. I got to do whatever the hell I wanted to, flirt as much as I wanted to. But it got depressing at times. I got up and picked out a dress at random because I wasn't really in the mood to doll up.

As I dabbed on some lipstick, I pictured myself at the beach bonfire, sitting alone in a corner and stuffing myself with chips and beer while everybody else was kissing their partner against a rock or something, or having sex in a secluded area.

I once again questioned myself if I should part with a few of my demands from a potential partner, but then decided against it as usual.

I scorned at my own face in the mirror; I always thought I looked over the top with make up on. It wasn't really my cup of tea. I wondered if my lipstick was too bright; I didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb more than I already was going to.

I almost jumped at the sudden ring of my phone.

"Hey I'm almost done." I bit my lip, ready for the screaming. I knew I was already late.

"Bitch. You were supposed to be here half an hour ago." Stacey shouted against all the noise.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, okay?! Jeez!" I hung up, sticking my tongue out at my phone.

I sat back against the headboard of my bed and hinged my neck up. I kept staring at the ceiling, thinking if I'd always be this way. I thought about all the times my guy friends told me how awesome they thought I was, and all the times I had turned guys down because they didn't fulfill one of my criteria or the other.

I got up and looked in the mirror, staring into my own eyes.

"It's okay." I consoled myself. "You will find your Mr. Right, Ashlyn. You'll find him soon."

Little did I know, soon was gonna be in less than an hour.

Hey guys, this is Ava! This was the first part of my book, Vince Charming, and I really hope you guys like it! Please leave your feedback, it really means a lot! Thanks and have a great day!