This 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...
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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.
