Please Like Me

「Prologue」

Ashton

I still remember the day I fell for her. First grade. We were young. But I felt like I could be with her my whole life. But yet again we were young and I didn't know how to approach her.

As time went on we still never talked. There were times when I'd try walking to her and say hi but I'd always chicken out. She was just so perfect.

By the time we where in high school I had made a name for myself in the little town we lived in, Mayral. I was know to play football. And as any cliche story would go, I automatically got Paris's attention.

Wrong

I never got her attention. Sure she went to the games. But that's only because her brother's on the team. Or maybe it was the way Helena threw her at me that scared her away. Or maybe I never interested her.

But that didn't mean I gave up on loving her. It just meant I was gonna take a break from trying.

BIG MISTAKE!

Helena only likes the idea of having me as her boyfriend. She doesn't like me for me at all. She only wanted me for two reasons. One because of my popularity. Two because of sex.

I'm like the person she calls whenever she need dick, but I'm her boyfriend. And when we're at school she's annoyingly all over me or mad at me. I mean don't get me wrong she's pretty but she's not my ideal girlfriend.

But Paris already had someone. Aiden.

At times when I'm up late I wish I was Aiden or never chicken out and just talked to Paris. Maybe then we could be more than strangers. Maybe if I wasn't scared and had courage just maybe we could have happened.

But yet again that's a dream. A dream that will happen when the sky falls.

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Paris

It would be weird if you're crush liked you back. In other words it's almost impossible for a cliche thing like that to happen. But only magic makes things like that work. We all know magic doesn't exist.

I first noticed him in the fifth grade. He wore black jeans and a red shirt. He had just gotten a hair cut and that's when I got a good look at his face. His green eyes, light brown hair, tan skin. Ashton. He was cute.

My hair skipped a beat as we made eye contact for just a second before he looked away.

But we never spoke. I would sometimes walk up behind him but then think why would a guy like him want to talk to a girl like me. I didn't look like the other girls.

I had long, thick black hair, pale skin, and brownish grayish eyes. While the other girls had dirty blond, blond, light brown hair. Blue, green, hazle eyes, and tan skin.

What a weirdo I'd say sometimes to myself as I'd look at myself in the mirror. I'd poke my cheeks and hoped I'd make dimples.

"You're perfect the way you are, mija." My mom would say after I'd tell her all the flaws I saw in myself. "But mama, I don't look like them." I whined. "And that's what makes you unique, would you rather be the same out of a million or one in a million?" She said before kissing my forehead and tucked me to sleep.

But that night I couldn't sleep. What she said made me think. Same in a million or one in a million? Same in a million or one in a million?

I whimpered and tossed I didn't know what I want.

As time went on. We grew and we forget what life used to be like as a little kid. I know it did. Life as a high schooler wasn't the same as being in middle school.

The boys got perverted, as in like not hiding it anymore. And the girls got meaner. And me well I just tried to stay myself as much as possible.

But all I ever saw was him. He was famous in the little town we called home. A football player. The QB. My crush. And the person my brother wanted to crush.

But like I said he doesn't even know I exist. So I had to move on, he had a girlfriend. She was beautiful, blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin. A guys wet dream. I was no compre.

But I'd found someone on my own some one to satisfy my needs. Aiden he was my light when I was in Ashton's shadow. He'd never disappointed me. But he's not what I really want

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Prologue complete ✔️