Chapter One
Perfection
Every school has one. An Edward Cullen.
Edward Cullen is the type of guy that you both resented and wanted to date. The type of guy that asked you to borrow a pen in Advanced Literature Class but you denied because you secretly couldn't be bother to look for one. But of course, the day after and the one after - you felt guilty because he had to stay behind to talk to the teacher. The one that stays up till the wee hours of the night on Friday to party but then goes to church two days later. The one that has perfect grades and a perfect family with a perfect pool of genes - the type of guy that makes all the girls in the corridor swoon, and perhaps the guys - if they swing that way. Maybe he's gay, you ask yourself - because a man so perfect certainly would never swing straight.
He was just that - the perfect person.
He has a nice car, the perfect teeth, the gigantic mansion like home and family dog. A family set on his future,
Well Edward Cullen. Not everyone is like you. With a gleaming future set in place. With a flashy car, perfect teeth, home and family dog. The second half or a family.
I am the perfect person to compare. "Shit I Stubbed My Toe" or "Team I Give A Shit" whatever you'd like to call it.
I wouldn't fit in the scheme of things for you. I never would.
Except people tell me to never say never.
