a not so tragic love story.

The Beginning

Secondary school, the year i decided i wasnt gonna fall for stuck up boys with perfect hair and a jawline that could cut meat.

Yet here i am, two years into the four years of secondary school, fawning over a boy who doesnt even acknowledge my existence.

It all started in the second month of school, after school co-curicullars had just started and me and him were in the same one.

We didnt talk much in the first training.

But fuck was he cute.

His hair was basically perfect, his eyes chocolate brown, his skin was borderline flawless.

I fell and i couldnt get back up.

Jesus i already told myself this wouldnt happen so why is it happening now.