Ava's POV:
Short skirts.
Check.
High heels.
Check.
Curvy waist.
Check.
Blonde hair.
Check.
Size C breasts.
Check.
Ass.
Check.
I was the school slut.
A whore.
A tramp.
A bitch.
I was the girl everyone wanted to be, but at the same time, they don't want to be me.
My parents called me a disappointment.
I didn't care.
Every devious name.
I've heard it all before.
I'm immune to it.
I'm numb.
Allow me to do a little rewind, back to ninth grade. It all started with my future husband - Luke Parker.
I was a freshman at the time, and he was a sophomore.
He had it all.
He was handsome.
He was funny.
He was charming.
He was brilliant.
I was only one of many who fell for him - head over heels at first sight.
I was a cheerleader - so cliche, but he was going to become captain of the football team. So, I did everything I can to get closer to him even if it means abandoning what I genuinely love doing - ballet.
Love - it's stupid.
It fucks with your mind, making you do things you never thought you would do.
I remembered that day clearly - spring of freshman year when Luke asked me if I wanted to sleep with him. We were sitting in the cafeteria, eating lunch like cliche jocks and cheerleaders - behaving as if the world revolves around us.
He asked me if I wanted to fuck him in front of everyone.
Like the idiot I am, I said: "Sure."
We fucked that night.
When he left, I cried.
Despite the painful sensation between my legs, that wasn't the reason why I cried.
I thought he was going to hold me that night, like the movies.
I was delusional.
He humps and dumps.
For some unknown reason, I thought I was special until Mina Kenize arrived in town. Mina was everything I wasn't.
Luke likes her.
He fell for her.
The four-eye anti-social nerd who had one potentially gay friend and dressed like a nanny defeated the high school queen bee. Of course, everyone who isn't a villain would root for her.
It sounds like an overrated love story if you ask me.
I admit, she does look comfortable though in her granny-like sweater.
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To My Future Cheating Husband
Teen FictionThis is not a love story. It's about a girl, who no longer wants to shine in the spotlight. A girl who no longer wants to be the villain. A girl who no longer wants her husband. A girl who finally took off her blindfold, and embrace her second chan...