I had graduated high school and Guy Perkins had asked me out on a date. My
life was......for lack of a better word- perfect. Except for one small
glitch- Josie had her heart broken in front of everyone at South Glen South
and had then been banished to France. Well, maybe not banished, but close.
I had begged her to stay behind, but I didn't blame her for leaving. I
would have left too if I were her. But I wasn't- I was me, and planned to
stay that way. Even with the addition of the most popular guy in school to
my previously pitiful existence.
Needless to say, my life had been turned upside down after prom. It was shortly after Josie had stormed out that he had asked me to go out with him the following Monday. He told me he had no part in the prank that was being played on me that night, but I was still wary. After an entire week, and a lot of encouragement from both Josie and Dean from the Denominators, I had accepted and put my heart on the table.
He actually was very, very sweet. He opened doors for me, paid for everything, and even went so far to put his coat over a puddle for me. It was more than I could have asked for, but a little voice in the back of my head kept telling me that it was way too late. I was leaving for Northwestern in a month for Early Admission, and Guy was going to New York to study music. Our paths just weren't.....meshing. And, for once in my life, I wasn't looking forward to college.
Needless to say, my life had been turned upside down after prom. It was shortly after Josie had stormed out that he had asked me to go out with him the following Monday. He told me he had no part in the prank that was being played on me that night, but I was still wary. After an entire week, and a lot of encouragement from both Josie and Dean from the Denominators, I had accepted and put my heart on the table.
He actually was very, very sweet. He opened doors for me, paid for everything, and even went so far to put his coat over a puddle for me. It was more than I could have asked for, but a little voice in the back of my head kept telling me that it was way too late. I was leaving for Northwestern in a month for Early Admission, and Guy was going to New York to study music. Our paths just weren't.....meshing. And, for once in my life, I wasn't looking forward to college.