Can fantasies come true?
Evan Stewart.
The quarterback love magnet, that was his nickname in high school. He just snapped his fingers, and all the girls came running.
He didn't know that I existed, until that night.
Well, not exactly that night. I got rid of my glasses, changed my hair, and crashed a party, to get close to him. He was my secret fantasy and as we played spin the bottle and I ended up alone with him, I was glad that I took the risk.
Until the cops showed up and everyone had to leave the party.
Later, opportunity knocked again, and I wasn't going to let it pass.
We sat in the principal's office, and he soon found out who I was. This time, I wasn't about to let anything stand in my way, but I was scared that he'd find out my secret.
I didn't know that he had secrets of his own. They were so deep that they just made me want him even more.
I believed that romantic fairy tales were the only way to escape my reality. We were the modern version of the lady and the tramp; the problem was that I was no lady, and he certainly wasn't a tramp.