Hey, my name's Gina. I'm 20 and currently go to college. I have my own dorm here, which is pretty cool and my roommates happen to be my best friends too, so I really can't complain.
This is my story. Well, not my life story, but kinda. Maybe another time. But this...
This is my love story.
It all started with this really handsome guy that goes by the name Gray. I know right? Even the name gives you certain vibes. Kind of sounds like Christian Grey, but with an A. You know who I mean, right? Moving on...
Gray is as old as I am (20) and he is, as I said before, really good-looking. From his Hair to his body, everything is perfect. Looking at him, you would totally think he's a fuckboy, but he isn't!!!
He's just a real mystery.
To give some context, Gray is very nice once you talk to him, but that's where the problem lies: You have to talk to him. He never ever starts any conversation with any girl, the only people he really talks to are his guy friends.
Now, you may think I am a little overreacting and you may even think ''What is this bitch complaining about? She has to start a conversation for once, oh no!!!! What's wrong with that?''
And let me tell you that this is totally different than just starting a conversation for once.
Actually, speaking about conversations, Gray usually doesn't have them. That's right, he only does casual small talk with girls (that approached him first of course) and no girl has ever had the pleasure of actually getting to know him. All you can talk about with him is the weather, college and how you're doing maybe.
It's weird, isn't it?
Well, to come back to the actual point of this Prologue: This love story started when me and my friends talked about him one day. Amanda, my best friend, said that she thinks the reason he doesn't talk to any girl is because he's a stuck up bitch. What can I say, I disagreed. I said
''I think he just hasn't met an interesting girl yet and doesn't want to waste his time.''
My friends chuckled and then came up with an idea.
''Well, why don't you try your luck and see for yourself what's behind the quiet man?'' Selena, another friend of mine, said.
Curious as I am, I accepted the offer and I guess you could say we kinda made a bet about him, but not in a mean way like the bad boys do in those other love stories ( I'm looking at you, AFTER).
Our bet involved an experiment with him to see if the assumptions my friends made about him were right.
So, it actually started out as pretty innocent. However, it did not continue that way.
