The Thorns to My Roses

Ryder Brown, like what kind of name is Ryder? (no hate if your name is Ryder). Since the first day of freshman year, he has been on my ass, and not in a good way. I hate his guts. He was competitive, and he knew I was too, so of course, I never backed out of any of his challenges. He was popular at this weird cliche high I went to. I just wanted to get the hell out of there.

We were in our senior year, and he was still doing these stupid challenges. I think he just liked losing. I was better in school, I was better at, well that was the only thing I was good at. He was more athletic and more popular, and he had more friends than me. Never mind, apparently I like losing. I still don't know why he had it out for me.

But I was starting to enjoy the little games we had going, and I was starting to develop a crush on my rival. There was one tiny, annoying little, blonde bimbo of a problem and that was his girlfriend. I hated her, I had no real reason to hate her, she just liked my man, correction he was not mine yet, but in my head, he was mine.

Well, there goes my high school romance, I think. Will I confess my feelings and be a home wrecker or will one secret ruin it all? ReAD tO fIND oUt.

(That was a really bad prompt, but please enjoy I guess. It is in the first person and the story is sort of like a diary entry. Ignore the fact roses is cut off. 2-minute cover).

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