She's starting ninth grade. She's planned out her future. She thinks she knows exactly who she is. Her friends call her Cinderella, but she is nothing like her. She doesn't have to work for anything, and though her father has died, and she lives with her step-mother and two step-sisters, they are anything but evil. She also doesn't have a Prince Charming, and it isn't in her plan to ever have one.
He's starting tenth grade. He's had his future planned for him. His friends all seem to know exactly who he is. His girlfriend calls him Prince Charming, but he doesn't believe he's a prince, or charming. He was a adopted by super rich people, and has had his life planned since birth. He's by far the most popular guy at Blue Faith High, he's got the coolest car, he's super handsome, he's got all A's, and of course, he's on the football team, as a young player, but the star quarterback, no less. So when a surprise makes him seem even cooler to all the people around him, all he can think about is the people who won't leave him alone. He wants a Cinderella, but doesn't think he will ever find her, at all.
*Note* This is an extremely experimental story. I have never written straight up romance before. I am super nervous that you will all hate it, but I hope that it is really good. Thanks for reading, and please leave comments and help make the story better!
I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from.
I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with.
But there are all the witty comebacks, the unplanned meetings at the bar, the rides on his motorcycle, all the laughs we share before the morning ... It does something to both of us. It changes us to the extent where we suddenly can't live without all of this.
He is not a good guy. He's as bad as it gets. But he's perfect for me.
I want to believe our story is a modern fairy tale with a more realistic ending. You won't get the princess-prince bullshit from me. You'll get it how it is with no sugar-coating. I was no princess and he was no prince, yet we still had something beautiful going on.
For a while, at least.