Chapter 1
“Sara, you’re just not meant to be my friend”, she said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you’re annoying, okay?! You join conversations that have nothing to do with you, and you always ask your loser friends to hang out with us!“, she shouts frustrated.
“Is.. that really the only reason you don’t want to be friends anymore?“, I asked, feeling hurt.
“Only?! no! You always-”
“We’ve been friends since elementary school Katie! And you still can’t go out of your own way to be nice to me or the people I hang out with! Not once!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face.
“Sara I-”
“Fine. If you don’t want to be friends anymore, so be it. Just don’t talk to me again.“, I say as I walk away wiping my stupid tears.
I’m just a normal teenager. And I’m always ignored, mocked, whispered about. I guess I’m kinda popular, just not in a good way. Why am I treated like this? ’cause I’m not cool? Guess I’ll never know. It still hurts though. A lot. Because no matter how much I try to be cool, it just backfires. But I did my best to ignore it because I had a friend by my side. Not anymore. I won’t silently take the mistreatment anymore. No more of miss fake-cool. I’m Sara Charlotte, and I’m my own kind of cool starting now.
(Daniel)
“Come on! Dan!” Here we go again.
"You can’t just accept a girl’s confession, date her, and then cheat on her with her sister!” Camille shouted desperately.
“Why not?“, I asked, trying to be as sarcastic as I can in this sickening situation that happens all the time.
“Because it’s me! Every boy fights over me, but here you are cheating on me?”
“Yeah?“, I asked as if it was obvious.
“Yeah?! Well, we’re over!“, she shouts.
“...’kay, don’t talk to me again,” I say lazily as I walk away.
Every girl I date reacts the same way when they see me hanging out with another girl, even Camille Davis--the school’s "popular girl".
My name is Daniel Blake, and you have to call me Daniel-- no nicknames. My best friend, Kale Adler calls me Dan. Anyway, for some reason, I’m a magnet for girls, because the second they hear that I’m single again, they’ll ask me out. They’re all b*****s, hungry for love and affection. But they’ll never get that from me because I don’t like any of them. Not one bit. Girls are b*****s. I’m so sick of them. I’m sick of dating, then breaking up, then dating someone else, and end up breaking up with them too. So from now on, I’ll just stay single no matter who asks me out. Pretty simple, right?
