Tragedy struck, and the rug was swept out from under me yet again, and this time the guilt, the doubt, the secrets, and the old heartbreak may threaten my one chance at true happiness, my one shot at my own happily ever after.
It was always kind of assumed wed end up together, I think.I asked, excited, as Kyle drifted a wide left turn onto the dirt road leading to our neighborhood.I met Kyle at his souped-up Camaro after sixth period like always, and we took off, tires squealing.Congressman and gone a lot.I grew up next to the Calloways.Hes blond where Kyle is raven-haired, debian gnu linux iso a more bulky muscle-builder type to Kyles lean, cut, lupine grace, and Jason isnt quite as smart or charming as Kyle, but then I might be biased.So then, the week after my sweet sixteen, Jason Dorsey asked me out.I found myself across the continent, playing minor league football.I mean, duh, right?Kyle tended to drive like he was in a high-speed chase, but he was a very skilled driver, so I never freaked.
Cause I could have sworn you just said Jason asked you out.
A career-ending injury left me down-and-out, scraping the bottom of the barrel, hating myself and hating life.And how do you live with that?Kyle nearly drove off the road.Kyle and I were the same age, our moms having given birth to us in the same hospital, two rooms apart, two days apart.He sounded angry, which confused.I know what I look like, but I swear Im not vain about.
Not quite arranged, necessarily, justassumed.