"Hey."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing much, I just wanna ask you something."
"Okay..."
"I wanted to know if you would like to go out to dinner with me sometime"
"Absolutely."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, I just have one favor to ask you for first."
"And that would be..."
He leans close to me, angling his lips at my ear. He opens his mouth, about to speak. Whispering, he says. "I want you to TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT, IMMA TELL YOU WANT WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT!!!!"
I woke with a start, slapping the surface of my bedside table frantically, attempting to find my blaringly loud alarm clock. "I WANNA AH, I WANNA AH, I WANNA AH!" My fingers finally found the smooth surface of the alarm clock, and I rejoiced internally. I threw my alarm clock hard enough to break the infernal thing. The music stopped, and I opened my eyes. I looked around my bedroom, finally spotting what I'm looking for. I walked over to my dresser, threw open the drawers, and scrambled around until I found an outfit that didn't look like complete trash. I strolled downstairs, grabbed a blueberry Eggo, and mentally prepared myself for the worst day of my life so far. The first day of high school.
I'm sorry, I'm so rude. Hi, my name is Josh, and instead of being a dick and forcing you to sit through flashbacks, I'm just gonna tell this hilariously fucked up story the proper way. From the beginning. Anyways, back to regularly scheduled programming.
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RomanceHigh School, drama, secrets, lies. All of these things sum up your garden variety High School love story, so let's spice things up a bit. A protective best friend, a non existent home life, a vindictive ex who seems to know all of the protagonist's...
