I have no idea why she didn't recognize me. I was always nice. I was the guy who gave people pens when they forgot theirs. The guy who helped girls carry their books. I was being so nice to everyone around me.
My Desiree, my angel. She promised to me in elementary. She promised we would be a thing when the time was right. We shouldn't break promises, right?
I didn't. I promised to her that I would always love her. We swore on the big oak tree that was in the middle of the cafeteria.
Lucas was some nobody. The person at the very bottom of the class rankings, who skips school, does drugs, and whose body is covered in scars.
So why is it that he, the jerk, the snob, the problematic guy, gets the girl?
I never understood him. He was always in the hallway, leaning on pillars, listening to music on his broken headphones. He was ugly to look at, a blue-eyed freak of nature.
His face was too angular. His body was too skinny. One could say that he was on a diet if they knew nothing about his background. We all knew his family was poor. We all knew he almost died of an overdose. We knew.
But even though Desiree knew, she was still by his side.
I saw her in the hallway that day. Lucas had collapsed on the floor and she was trying to help him out. Shouting for help, she looked hysterical when he didn't respond to her pleas.
I stepped out of the shadows that day. I carried him into her car and watched as they sped off into the distance. I was the one who told the teacher what happened so they wouldn't be chastised. I did everything for them. For her.
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Lopsided Love
Teen FictionKal had a promise to fulfill. His younger self was promised a chance to be with Desiree. By Desiree herself. So why was she pretending he never existed? Lucas had nothing. Life was harsh on him for no reason at all. So when everything took a turn fo...
