She Is

She is Their Love

Love is something that most people will describe as beautiful. It is suppose to a lovely, tender emotion that envelops your heart with a sweet warmth. People will even go as far as to say that love is the only thing you need to experience true happiness. There are even over thousands of books and movies that have done an excellent job of drilling the idea that love is the only key to happiness.

"...so will you help me?"

It wasn't until I heard those five words put together that I realized that all those people are full of delusional bullshit. Love is the worst torture imaginable and only a sick masochist would wish for such a thing. I know I sound over dramatic, but soon you'll understand why I'm currently sprawled over my couch, depressed, enjoying a huge tub of ice cream, while listening to variety of angsty songs that every teenager listened to in their edgy phase.

You see this all started when I inadvertently decided that my whole life was going to revolve around Jasper Harper. You're probably asking yourself right now, "Who the hell is that"? And I can only wish I had that same ignorant bliss.

I met Jasper last semester in my biology class. We instantly bonded over how much we love to procrastinate on lab reports and binge watching useless drama shows on Netflix. In other words, we are pretty close friends. Unfortunately, for me (and probably for him too), I don't want to be his just  friend. 

The horrible truth is I like him. I mean I really like him.

It's not my fault; I was screwed over from the start. That red-haired, sweet bastard is just too damn perfect. His gorgeous eyes are a kaleidoscope world of colors that are always tempting me to get endlessly lost in them. If that wasn't bad enough he has the most adorable freckles that are splattered all over his beautiful face. That along with his devious signature smirk, drive me completely insane (in a completely normal way mind you). It is almost as if he came straight out of a cheesy romance novel; and his reputation only fuels my theory.

He was unanimously blacklisted by the entire university after rumors spread that he supposedly beat the shit out four of the biggest seniors last year. Nobody really knows if it was him or not since, it was at a party where everyone was pretty much wasted. I haven't asked him about it either, because they are most likely just stupid rumors. I doubt the Jasper that I came to like would really do something this violent. Regardless, everyone completely stears away from him. Yet, that doesn't mean that everyone fears him. In fact, ever since those rumors started, he's gained a fair amount of fan girls who like the whole "mysterious bad boy" vibe or whatever. 

What absolute fools. 

Jasper is the furthest thing away from fitting into the whole "bad boy" stereotype. If anything he's more like a personification of a puppy. He's easily distracted by whatever wonders him; whether it is a cute new stray he found or some new show he's obsessed  over. Not only that but he'd also the most sweetest, caring person I've ever met. He's always there to lighten the mood and always looking at things in a positive manner. If it wasn't for him I would have been lost in tears due to the amount of times I've failed an exam. He's a literal sunshine and definitely not the edgy troublemaker everyone makes him out to be.

Maybe it's the piercings and tattoos?

Point is: I'm in love with the world's softest, sweetest boy end of story. This really shouldn't be a problem but it is. 

"Will you please help me win over Rosalinda?"

Especially when he's interested in my best friend: Rosalinda Martin. Fan-fucking-tastic. She and I have been great friends ever since we first met. So I'm the best source when it comes to knowing anything and everything about her.