The Life and Times of a Teenage Loser

Kassi Jordan. One of the most awkward juniors at St. Joseph high school in a small town in Ohio. The girl that everyone (except her friends) seemed to ignore, not notice, or completely see through. That's me. I don't mind the lack of attention, actually. I have pretty nasty social anxiety and prefer it. But here's my story, the life and times of me, a teenage loser.

It all started when I looked across the room at lunch one day where my equally-as-dorky friend Winston was sitting. Across the table from him, (for some reason) was probably the most handsome guy I'd seen at this school.

Evan Smith. The boy with sea-green eyes surrounded by a mop of perfect strawberry-brown hair that resembled light flames curling slightly, always tucked behind one ear and flowing to hit his shoulders.

I'd seen him a few times before in the hall, but seeing him with Winston Black, one of my nerdy friends, made me question my entire life up until that point. Now I had to find out who he was.

-The Life and Times of a Teenage Loser-