All works in this book are written and edited by myself.
he felt ashamed,
he felt ashamed that he was developing feelings for the girl who treated him like a prize twat, she used him for her needs and never cared about his.
as long as she came everything was fine.
he hated how she would walk into his flat like she owned the place, he hated how she would fuck him in the back of his van because her parents were home.
he first met her at school when they were 15, he thought she was beautiful, she was uninterested in him.
at school he was a dork, he had no friends whereas she was one of the popular kids.
she decided she would start fucking him when her and her boyfriend broke up, she needed to keep up her image, the image of having everything she wanted.
she didn't have anything, she had friends she hated, a family who hated her and secretly she hated herself.
the dork was hers, she could see it in his eyes,
he loved her, every time they fucked,
he would always made an effort, he would always dress nicely, biker boots, skinny jeans and baggy shirts.
he knew what she liked but she would never let her guard down, she would never show him how much all the effort meant to her.
once they had fucked she would get dressed and go and find somewhere to sit until the early hours, sometimes she'd see people,
sometimes she wouldn't.
she hated that he loved her,
she hated that her boyfriend loved her,
she didn't deserve love.
he needed to move on, to find someone else.
he couldn't, he loved her.
he loved her.
He stared at her,
the boy with the lip ring.
he stared at her all through their class,
he thought she was beautiful.
The boy with lip ring
knew she was way out of his league,
he found himself fascinated by her.
the boy with the lip ring,
he was a 'cool kid'
he had friends and good grades,
he had scholarships coming in
left, right and centre.
But the one thing
the boy with the lip ring
he didn't have the girl,
and he knew that to be truly happy
he needed her.