It all started back in high school. I was the transfer from the school across town and he was the class clown. From then until after we had graduated, he begged for a chance, but I had other plans. Playing softball, going out with my friends and trying to figure out this thing called life were much more important.
As the years drug on with him still begging and me still declining, I started second guessing myself. Surely somebody who has chased you for years is going to treat you right.
Right?
That's what I thought anyways.
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Unbridled
ChickLitEver feel like you're at a crossroad? Should I stay or should I go? Is this the right choice or could I be wrong? If he really loves me, would he treat me this way? Or does he just love the idea of me? What happens when two brothers move to my small...
