Foolish Teenage Love

Okay let me start, I fell in love and she was perfect. Let me point out the word WAS. She became such a piece of shit, but I tried my hardest for her and and in doing all that, I was screwing myself over. My life went to shit and it was all her fault. WHY DID SHE HAVE TO DO THAT ME?

Okay okay, I think I'm getting ahead of myself, let me try this again. I had a crush on this girl, and she and I eventually dated. I loved her, I really did. I thought she did too. I treated her like the princess she was, bought her things, took her places, and how did she repay me? SHE KILLED ME ON THE INSIDE THATS WHAT.

Alright, sorry, let me start for the very very beginning..

My name is Jeremy Dallas. I am 17 years old now. I'm average height, average weight, have average grades, and worst of all, have atrocious looks.

Some people say I'm "cute" or "adorable" but I feel like it's pity. I've always felt like i'm never going to be good enough for attractive enough to have a true girlfriend. Of course I have had girlfriends in the past, but to be honest none of them ever meant very much to me.

But then this one girl came around. Her name was Courtney. Courtney Shiller. She was the type of girl any guy would want. She was gorgeous, funny, open, and had a jaw-dropping body.

Her legs weren't too thin, nor too big, but just nice enough to wear it made my legs tremble. Her waist and hips were the perfect curves that made people stop and stare when she wore a bikini. Then her perfect sized tits. She never once told me, but since I was such a good guesser I knew she had to be about a 32 C and good lord did she fill them. Dont even get me started on her ass though. They were the perfect size that if you spooned her, you wouldn't be able to control yourself, per say.

But enough about her body, everything about her made me smile and made my jaw drop. She was funny, sarcastic, and probably knew me more than I know myself. She was my dream girl.

The only problem though?

I was deep in the friend zone.

At first we were just friends but one day after getting heartbroken by one of her many douchebag boyfriends, she called me in tears asking to come over, and since my parents were out of town for the week, I obliged.

She showed up and immediately jumped into my arms, "what did he do love?" I said sweetly. I always called her nicknames like that to calm her down and make her feel comfortable.

"I caught him with Vivian."

Not again. Vivian Rose. She was the slut of the school. A girl every guy knew they could fuck. A girl that probably has 23 STDS and a vagina the size of a bus. A girl that I foolishly dated and lost my virginity to in the 9th grade. We were drinking at her house and she grabbed my hand and pulled me to her room and basically did it to. And ever since she has gone guy to guy to guy having sex with them all.

"She's a piece of shit, you know that right? And so is he, you don't need him Court, you can do better."

"I know, but everytime I think I found better, I get hurt again." She says with despair.

"Let's go lay down, you look like you had a bad day"

And just like that we go to my room and sleep together.

Not sleep together as in fucking or having sex, but sleep together as in actually falling asleep together. With her swollen teary eyes laying on my chest, and her arms wrapped around me. I look down at her and see she's asleep. I start thinking maybe I do have a chance with her.

That all changed when I woke up.