Should I be happy that we're friends, or should I be sad because that's the only thing we will ever be?
I have loved Tyler for god knows how long. Probably eight years.
I clearly remember the day when I first saw him.
Xandra and I were playing in the playground, when I saw him standing in the corner, just staring at everyone. He was the shy kind, but now he is the complete opposite.
He is the biggest playboy in town, just like Xandra.
He may use girls like tissues, but in the end he loves the only girl he knows he can't have.
He is in love with Xandra, but she never noticed him.
Just like how truly, madly, deeply, passionately am I in love with Tyler, but he never noticed me.
Xandra is an angel. She is too innocent to notice anything wrong. Too naive to even think about this whole love thing.
She is the kind of person, who would do anything for me. And I know, that she wouldn't say anything even if I slapped her.
Sometimes, I wish I was Xandra. Maybe as beautiful as her, as flawless as her, as great as her. I wish, Tyler would feel the same for me as he feels for Xandra.
Xandra is my sister. I love her. And, I love her to such an extent that I am ready to keep my love for Tyler, forbidden.
I quickly shut the journal closed as I stuffed it in my bag.
I couldn't believe this.
What have I done? I ruined Jasmine's love story.
I am such a loser. I know Jasmine must hate me.
How did I not know about all this?
I heard someone knock lightly at the door.
"Come in." I said, as I picked my phone up and quickly sat on the bed.
George entered the room, as he passed me a bowl full of popcorn.
I raised an eyebrow at him as I took the bowl.
"Movies night." He stated as he sat comfortably on the bed, beside me.
"Remember Jasmine, you and I used to watch a movie every weekend?" He muttered as he switched the plasma screen on.
Jasmine.
"Hey Xandra. Did I say something wrong? Why are you crying?" George asked me quickly, as he saw me crying.
I didn't say anything.
"Xandra, are you okay?" He worriedly asked me.
"No. I need to wash my face." I said, as I grabbed my phone and stood up, before walking into the attached bathroom.
Shutting the door, I stared at my self in the mirror.
My dull brown hair were a mess. My eyes puffy because of crying. My skin was very pale too.
How did Jasmine think I am pretty? I am a bitch. An ugly bitch.
A sudden thought occurred in my head, which made me question everything I just read.
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Girl Next Door ✔️
Teen Fiction"We need to start from the beginning. We need to find out who actually did it." ••• Alexandra Black's new found perfect life turns upside down when her psychotic ex-boyfriend, literally, crashes into her life with his car. He wants her back, he'd ki...
