Nicholas Carter Isaiah Seldridge, was that guy. The one that made girls fall hard, every time, with that killer smile, sad puppy dog eyes, and confident facade. He even fooled me.
I shouldn't be surprised. I should never have given in, but here I am, a year later, at the ripe age of 17, sitting on this park bench, the same one we used to sit on, and I miss him. I miss the asshole that did this to me.
Love sucks. I swear, I won't ever love someone again. It's so not worth it. I'm freaking messed up in the head, and it's all due to him.
Stupid NCIS.
I used to not care what boys thought about me.
I used to not care what people thought about me.
But as I have already said, things change.
I'm not going to be all "my life sucks, please save me" because if I'm honest, I really don't need saving of any kind, and that thing called pity? Well, it doesn't sit right with me.
So don't use that either.
Because that isn't what this is about.
This is all about getting even, because I, Clara Isabella Avery, want revenge.
And I'm not stopping until I get it.
I resist the evil cackle rising in the back of my throat as I throw my coffee cup out and get up from the bench, a newfound energy within me as my master plan sets into action.
My dear Nicholas, you will never know what hit you.
YOU ARE READING
Take it Like a Man
Teen Fiction"You're beautiful." I liked it when you said that. When you made me feel special, like I was different. The words that I had never heard from any boy's mouth other than your own. "I love you." If I knew you any better, I would have known you w...
