The Ugly One

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals. I, on the other hand, didn't look anything like that. I had coarse brown hair tangled at the slightest touch. My eyes and lips were also way too big for my face. Okay, maybe I am being too hard on myself. I wasn't completely hideous, but when I stood next to her, her beauty overshadowed me, and I ended up looking like a troll, so I tried my hardest not to stand next to her. I tried to ask my mom if I was adopted, that way, I can go look for my birth parents and get a

I wasn't looking forward to school the next day. I kept looking around to make sure I didn't run into Jake. Stupid Liliana and her selfishness. During lunch, I sat outside to eat my sandwich. He mostly sat inside with his friends and terrorized the unsuspecting nerds, so maybe I am safe outdoors. "There you are, Jane Brown." My heart stopped when I heard Jake's deep voice. Fuck me... "Oh, hi Jake, I said. "Well? What did you find out?" he asked casually. "Liliana's favorite food is chicken fingers?" I said. "About me, what did you find out when you asked her about me?" he asked, already annoyed at me.

The following day, the doorbell rang, and there were some roses at the doorstep. It must be another one of Liliana's admirers. I took them inside and set them down on the table. I didn't bother to check the card because who else would it be for? "Liliana! You got some flowers again!" I yelled. She ran downstairs excitedly. Her face twisted into a frown when she read the note. "It's for you," she said and handed me the card. "Huh?" I was confused. "These are for you, Jane. Just read the note," she said, annoyed. To Jane,

Friday night came, and my heart thumped against my chest. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew I couldn't let my guard down. It was Aaron Morris, after all. I don't remember him much from high school. He was older and unapproachable. Not to mention from a completely different social circle. I remembered seeing him on rallies and hallways sometimes. Girls always surrounded him. What's with girls always flocking around the bad boy types? What's so great about being treated like shit? I'll never understand. I decided to dress up a little. I dug out a summer dress I never wore and put it on. It was a white sleeveless short summer dress with blue flowers on the skirt. Very girly. I straightened my hair with a hot iron, so it didn't look coarse and crazy. It took me an hour to get it done. This is why I don't dress up. I looked in the mirror and felt a little more confident about our date. Liliana was right. I don't look half bad when I dr

The next day at school, I saw Jake harassing Liliana by her locker, and my heart filled with joy. Ah, he is finally taking the initiative and bugging her directly and not using me as a wing woman. Thank the Lord. He had her pushed against the locker. He was about 6 foot 2, so he towered over her as he hovered over her face staring into her eyes. His lips twisted into a sickly smirk. Liliana saw me passing by and mouthed, 'help me,' but I kept walking. It serves her right for being a bitch to me Jake followed her eyes and saw me. He released her right away and started to walk in my direction. The fuck...why. "Janey, wait up!" he yelled, but there's no way I'm stopping. Jake caught up to me in the hallway as I was walking to my class. He ran up behind me and yanked my ponytail. I yelped and almost fell backward, but he caught me. "What the hell is your problem?" I snarled. After seeing him way too many times, inside and outside of the sc