In case you came here to read a happy story about a happy person having a happy life, I suggest you simply go read something else. This is not a happy story, neither a story that will make you feel nice.
This is life. This is Charlotte's life, the life of a seventeen year-old 'social outcast'. At least, this is how everyone defines her. "Why?" you may ask. Because, she had always been different; her appearance, her attitude, her social background just do not match with the kind of person you would like to meet.
Cigarettes, drugs, abusive relationships, alcohol, depression, a past that will always haunt her, bad luck, the Underground and a pair of old, dirty Dr Martens boots is all her life is made of.
She wanders around like a ghost, trying to find the meaning of life, until she meets Mason, the crazy boy, and her life is about to change. Will she ever get over her problems? Will she ever stop being the 'outcast' and have a normal life? Maybe she will.
But maybe not.
A kiss can change everything. One kiss with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic.
What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead?
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"Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin fucking burns" Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. "Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?"
Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear.
How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of kissing her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now.
Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard" she whispers in my ear and I squirm.
When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. "Then don't." I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.