The One

Boys at my age never really liked me. Who will, anyway? I'm ugly, a nerd, too far from society's beauty standards, and obviously, an outcast.

But, nobody said that I couldn't like anyone. Just like all the other girls, yes, I do  have a crush, too.

His name is Ian Rogers. Smart, good-looking, a student council president, very, very, talented and a true gentleman. You see? Who wouldn't like a guy like him? Many would kill just to get him. A lot of girls in our school are obsessed with him but for some unknown reason, he didn't care. Maybe he's taken, gay , or he just wasn't interested at the moment. Honestly, I would be more thankful if he's gay rather than taken.

One day, I realized that maybe if I started dressing up a little he would notice me. That I would get his attention. And so, just like any cliché shit, I did started trying to meet society's idea of beautiful. I treated my hair with care, started waxing my armpit and my legs, wore expensive clothes, started putting on make up, wore heels to school. It was... magical. I didn't know that being called "Beautiful ", "Gorgeous" could be this good. I didn't know that being beautiful can really be a big deal. Because as soon as I turned as the school's best chearleader, life finally seemed better.

Not until....A basketball player, Maxon

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hi guyzzzzzss! sooo this is another attempt. I hope you liked it!

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