Desperately curious, I set to work and learned a bit more about this Kate girl. She was a gorgeous socialite who had just broken up with her boyfriend, and she and Ryan met at a party.
I knew it was a high school drinking party from the photos on social media. I don't go to those parties. The lying to my parents, drinking and driving underage, the damage to your health are not my thing.
I sincerely hoped Ryan hadn't had a drink at the party they met at. He knew my thoughts about things like that, and swore up and down that while he was 'friends with the bad kids,' he 'never does bad things.'
That's another sign that my intelligence levels had dropped when I met him. Or that they never existed.
Because that lie was shit. I should've seen right through it.
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He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
