Four Years Ago
F inishing school in a few weeks feels so surreal. I came here without a friend to my name and crippling anxiety about talking to boys, yet here I am, leaving it with Abbie, my best friend for life, and my boyfriend, Corey.
He may not be the love of my life, and our relationship probably won’t last, but after feeling consistently rejected by Owen, I figured why not give Corey a chance. After all, Owen had made his stance on my feelings towards him crystal clear. But despite hoping my feelings for Corey would grow, they’ve faded to nearly nothing. Abbie has told me a hundred times to “just cut the dead weight and dump his ass” but considering we’re knee-deep in exams, dumping him now would feel like a bitch move. Instead, I’m just palming him off as much as I can for now and hoping that either something happens to make dumping him easier or that he does the honour, saving me the hassle of being the bad guy.
He works as a great distraction from where my heart really lies—in the hands of a green-eyed devil. Seeing girls panting after him, thanks to the combination of him being hotter than sin, a star player on the rugby team, and the aura of danger that clings to him like a second skin, has been hell .
And hearing the rumours of what happens at the team parties? I’d rather stab forks through my eyes than hear that shit.