THE BAD BOY'S GOOD GIRL
Every day, I imagined he was enjoying his super perfect life, looking down his nose at the rest of us measely teens but his life had been anything but perfect.
It'd been all bright on the outside and yet very dark, lonely and hollow on the inside that it must have been so fucking difficult.
Somehow, I'm glad I skipped school today and is spending the day with him, a weak attempt at making up for lost times and a silent apology for....everything.
Silently, I'm grateful that his book went missing because he would never have told me any of this if it hadn't, though I hope to hell and back that it doesn't fall into the wrong hands and ruin things further than it already is at the moment.
Bab Populer