Understanding the Bad Boy
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This isn’t a love story. It was never meant to be. It is simply me - the new girl, the bad boy, the one person who understands him and our experiences together.
He was labeled, she was labeled, but I wasn’t. Sure, he was in a gang, had drinking problems, smoked, but what if he did if just because he was expected to? So what if she was the good girl, the pretty blonde haired cheerleader, the popular one? Maybe she only did it because people expected that of her. And me? Well, I’m the invisible one, not popular, but not a loser either. I observe people. It’s my talent. But when I observe the way people act now...well, sometimes I wish that it wasn’t my talent.
This isn’t a love story, or a story about love. It’s a journey through life.