We hung out every morning. That was what we did together. Just sit down on a price of concrete and talk. We didn't always talk. Sometimes we just sat and listened to the world. We talked about everything. What we're scared of (which for me is oblivion and for him it's nothing) and we talked about the future. Not our future but just who we want to be. It was great. Those mornings were one of those little things in life that makes your whole world better. He made my life better. Then worse. Then confusing then better again. Which is pretty much every guy in middle school. To be honest, I kind of loved it. I loved chasing and being chased. Something made me think that Daren was different. Although he wasn't. He was beautiful. Like a dream come true. His vibrant emerald eyes, and his smile, straight from a toothpaste commercial, made me (along with every other girl) swoon and fall in love. I adored him. I loved him. I loved the way his hand fit in mine perfectly, I loved his laugh, I loved the way he made me feel, the list goes on and on. So when Helena came, I noticed how she was better. I was beautiful, she was gorgeous. She had a better personality than I did. it never ends.
Some say that there are always two sides of the story. The right and the wrong. But i dont belive that. I believe that there are several different sides of the story. Theres my side, Helena's side, my best friend Emily's side, Deren's side, and extra sides. But there are four main sides to this story. The story of how i got cheated on twice by the same guy. The story of how messed up my life got. And the story how i survived it all (well, not really. Im still working on that part) This is my side of the story. But let me show you what i know about the other sides.
