I'm so confused. I thought we were okay, I thought it was true. Turns out it was all fake. Fake, fake, fake. The rain pours down my bedroom window as the tears flow down my cheeks and onto my pillow. I want to scream. Scrap that, I need to scream. He was perfect, but I guess I wasn't enough.
The guy I fell for, is the kind that's way too good to be true. He is pretty perfect. He is the most popular guy in school, he plays a lot of sports, and he's had the most beautiful, but devil hearted, girlfriend (before me). He's everybody's dreamboat, with the expensive car, hot body, luscious hair, smart, and sporty, but I'm "normal", I'm not a dreamboat and that's probably why he left me.
I'm going to start from the very beginning and tell you everything about Peter Kavinsky. I challenge you not to fall in love with him.
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Peter Kavinsky: A Love Stroy
RomanceI was in love, but he wasn't. He never loved me, I feel used and betrayed. I knew it was all too good to be true. Everyone knows he's perfect, but I fell in love with the things people didn't see, and that's why it really hurt. This is my story abou...
