In which a girl plays a dangerous game with the boy who loves her.
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Raelyn Myers needs help. Who none other than her neighbor, Nathan Alvares, is better to come to the rescue?
As Nathan prepares her (and himself) for what's to come in a regular...
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Fri, December 28, 2018
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what i did to you by conor lynch
Chapter One: Nathan
He didn't deserve her.
I'm not saying I did, but him of all people didn't. Harrison didn't deserve shit. He didn't watch her in class like I did. He didn't talk to her like I did. He didn't do anything like I did. The prick didn't deserve her.
Raelyn had some sort of crush on Harrison, I guess. Maybe it was because he was loud. Being loud got people's attention, and maybe that's what caught Raelyn's. He'd go off on teachers, and whenever one of his friends said something, he'd laugh like a hyena. His laugh always got people going—even her.
I dealt with that laugh all of high-school. You'd think I'd be glad to get a break from it once summer came, but the guy was everywhere. It wasn't just his laugh that pissed me off either. Harrison was a spoiled piece of shit and a borderline thick-head. You could call him a bastard and he'd tell you to bring it up with his parents.
I didn't know what Raelyn saw in him that made her like the guy, because Harrison didn't even pay attention to her. He didn't deserve her. I was the one who waited for Raelyn, not him. I was the one who lent her a shoulder to cry on when Harrison relentlessly broke her heart. I was everything he wasn't, but she didn't notice. That summer when I picked her up after she constantly fell, Harrison didn't do shit.
When I met Raelyn, I didn't know the girl wouldn't bore me, or honest to God have a sense of humor. I expected for her to be yet again another let down in my life, yet she ended giving me a reason to wake up in the morning. Raelyn was foreign to normalcy and the epitome of a hot mess, but I guess that was what attracted everyone to her—just not Harrison.
That was the whole reason why she talked to me in the first place—to get to know him.
I use to be friends with that prick, believe it or not. Harrison was a grade A bastard back then and even more so now. The only difference was that he was tolerable back then. You could ask anyone in Windsor and they'd agree that we're better off without each other.
When Raelyn asked all kinds of questions that related to Harrison, I couldn't give her the answers she was looking for. But, of course, that didn't stop her. She was like the year old gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe. Day after day, Raelyn would let questions fall out of that mouth of hers. She would interview me during lunch and practically any chance she got.
I was walking through the parking lot when she first approached me. No one was around seeing how it after school and I'd just gotten released from detention. A friend of mine, Preston, was stupid enough to offer me a smoke in class and Ms Bellucci almost shit herself. The woman was flying around the classroom, trying to find something to put out Preston's cigarette all the while our class laughed at her.
