Once there was a boy. He wasn't very old at the time, but his parents would let him go to the park by himself. I think he might have been seven when I first met him. I was six, making him a year older than me.
After the first time we met, we decided to be friends and I would go to the park more often just so I could see him.
As the years went by we got closer. We stayed friends through out middle school, but as high school came around we slowly drifted apart. He became the popular badboy, cliché I know.
I however didn't become the perfect, little nerd you'd expect. No, I became the badass. We were friends for a reason, you know.
To be honest, I think we grew apart because we were too much alike for our own good. Though, every day, I think about how I miss him. He was my best friend. My world even.
Everyone always thought we'd end up as the perfect couple that people dream of. I guess they were wrong. Here lately though, every time we pass each other in the hall he'll find some way to touch me, then he'll just look at me and smile.
I really don't know what's going on, but I'm pretty damn sure I'm going to find out.
You're probably thinking, "Who the fuck is this chick, and why is she telling us this?" Well to answer those two very fucking important questions, my name is Bell Black. I'm the badass no one messes with. I've drank and done drugs, got in fights, kicked ass, and I do street fighting. I'm not supposed to talk about that though. Anyways I'm telling you this because I want to and I have nothing better to do.
Oh I bet you're wondering what his name is... His name is Zach Blake. He is 6'4, full of muscle, and he is the badboy, as I've probably already told you.
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Hey y'all. I know this was short, but this was kind of an introductory chapter. I'm going to try to make the next chapter longer.
Love y'all!!
-Bobbie💙-
