That's Rose Adams

Jake

Being 17 has its perks, I can drive, I can drink (not necessarily legally) but the best thing of all of being 17 is her. My girlfriend. Rose.

She worked her way up the hierarchy of the school until I was able to dump Emma and date the girl I have been dreaming about since I was 8 in that classroom with the Venus flytrap.

Given she's not he girl she used to be. She's not got beautiful ginger hair, she doesn't show her cute freckles, she doesn't wear her adorable alternative outfits and she's no longer sensitive and kind, but she's mine. And I love her.

Emma has been trying to befriend Rose for the past 4 years with no success. Rose will never forget how Emma treated her when we were younger. I truly see Roses worst side when she's near Emma, she reminds me of, well, Emma. But I know it's all a mask, and it's the mask that every girl puts up to be perfect and popular.

We used to talk more, now she just gossips to her possy she stole of Emma. She only talks to me at school as if she doesn't like me and I'm just a toy she stole of Emma and likes to rub it in her face. But when we're alone she becomes a completely different girl. The girl I fell in love with. The girl that like me is too scared to take her mask off and become the nobody's of South Cost High all over again.

I've never been to her house, not once in 4 years, she never talks about her family either. I only know her parents are divorced and she has an older brother called Tom who is 2 years older than us.

I know my Rose is in there and she knows I'm here behind my mask too. Because we all have one. If we know it or not, at some point we wish we were other versions of ourselves. Rose and I just live with our masks superglued on our faces with only cracks of our true selves showing through.

I love you Rose and we will takes our masks off some day.