He was your typical badboy. She was your typical cheerleader. And I was your typical nerd. Oh, and also the badboy's neighbour.
I've been living next to him for 5 years. We greet each other on a daily base and that's it. Somewhere along the way, I fell down this deep rabbit hole; I fell for my neighbor, and hard too. How could I fall for him when I never even had a real conversation with him you ask? Well, it takes hours of reading romance novels, staring into his room from my window and a big imagination in which I pictured us together.
But will I end up with my badboy pringe on the white horse, or will I forever admire him from afar, like a creepy stalker? That's a question that I don't have an answer to yet. All I know for sure is that it's about to get messy...
~ This book is a cliché story based on a Taylor Swift song ~
Als de bankzitters een video aan het opnemen zijn en toch even een rondje gaan lopen in de pauze zien ze een meisje bij een brug staan. Ze lopen er heen niet wetende dat hun hele leven binnen een week helemaal anders is door haar.
⚠️Mentale problemen
⚠️Selfharm
⚠️zelfmoordpoging
Even wel trots zijn op plek #3 van depressie.