Flipping The Switch

What Puberty Has Done to Me

Author's Note:

Alright so this is Archer's POV! To me, I like it better than Ivey's probably because he's so vulgar :/ ;) Just a warning: He IS a guy and he has guy thoughts and I really don't know what range of ages I have reading this story so I'm staying on the safe side. I'm not saying that this will be the only "bad" chapter in this whole story because that would be a lie. There will be A LOT worse chapters. Just giving you a fair warning :)

Lily B.

Archer

Ivey King has been in love with me since forever. It was a fact. Everyone knew it. I don't exactly remember the first day we met but I just remember her always being there, always in my face with those huge hazel orbs she called eyes.

The crush she had on me was to put in small words... over bearing. To Ivey sending me love letters, constantly coming over to my house to bring over burnt baked goods, talking about our wedding plans to my giddy mother, and batting those fan-like eye lashes at me was just her way of saying that she was never gonna let the crush she had on me die. No matter what I said to her. And that was pretty good because I said alot of shit about Ivey that I didn't mean at all. Like how she was going to die alone, or never be accepted by anyone if she didn't ever think about containing that unruly hair of hers, or how she was infact the ugliest thing to ever walk the face of the earth.

Before you get the wrong idea, let's set this straight. Ivey wasn't ugly and she would never be. To be honest she's one of the most beautiful girls I've ever laid eyes on, even in those years when she got those braces.

No, Ivey wasn't unattractive, it was the undying love she had for me that made her unattractive. Even at the age of seven, every guy knew to steer away from her type. The type that still believed in unicorns, rainbows, and Prince Charming. Quite frankly to guys that shit was annoying and even if she looked at you with those eyes that could make you fall under her mercy in the matter of seconds she bounces back quickly and she'll be doing the next fucked up thing before you can even second your actions toward her.

The day that my friends and I planned to egg her house wasn't intentially meant for her to move after it happened. Although I knew it was because of her father getting a job oppurtunity I told all of my friends it was me who scared her away and made her go crying to mommy and daddy about moving as far away as possible. But it came back to bite me in the ass when I realized that I actually missed the girl.

I couldn't understand it either because it seemed like all my life I've been trying to get away from Ivey King, but as soon as she leaves I realize that I would instantly miss her consistency, her perseverance, and her relentless declarations of love. I liked the fact that she had this weird love for me because usually girls just get with me for my status and good looks. No, Ivey actually loved me and although it was strange that she did so at such a young age, I liked the fact that she didn't give up, no matter how nasty I was to her.

When she moved away to Iceland, I didn't expect to see her ever again. Deep down inside I knew that I would one day see her. It would probably be twenty years down the line. I imagined it at a grocery store where I would be purchasing condoms and icecream for my hot Victoria's Secret model back at my masion in the hills, but she would be buying cat food while weighing three hundred pounds in one of those motorized carts.

Yet I didn't expect to see her on my first day of my senior year in high school. This was supposed to be the year when I play all of the girls that fell at my feet, get accepted to every college that I could ever dream of going to, and run my school with as much superioty and sexiness as possible. I mean, yeah, I do this every year but this year wasn't supposed to be any different. And with Ivey looking the way she did when she stepped out of that car, I knew things would be changing.