Cinderella my Ass

nder… Where did I go wrong? As if that would actually change anything. It’s probably one of the stupidest

id I go

ecided that going to school with e fever and while on her time of the month was a good idea, as if she would actually be able to survive that. It’s

s idiot of a girl to meet Aiden Caley. And it was his gentle smile, the help he offered, probably also that stupid desire in the heart of a teenager to experience that movie-like high school experience, or most likely the fact that he carried her in her arms to the school’s infirmar

his crush… or maybe it all

ally and mentally tiring and there are a lot of idiots to deal with, most of them being from the school’s staff. So, given the fact that this boring day seemed to never come to an

u chicken-head.” Jasmine’s voice sounded a lot like that of a mother trying to scold her wailing-in-public toddler but without making it too obvious. Thankfully, the teacher was h

back. She wasn’t even looking at his face, what is so interesting about a back? Jasmine co

er head, not caring if Ryder might lose an eye or not. Or maybe that was her intention from the beginning. Not quite easy to ogle at som

es to be landed on Aiden. Still that didn’t make it sound less creepy, so she didn’t try to defend or explain herself. Quite on the contrary… "But he is so handsome and..." Ryder finally look

right hand griped her forearm hard and as if Ryder hadn’t gotten used to this kind of mockery, mostly likely because

as quite di

lled play

noyed. Annoyed at herself for getting herself

said in a matter of fact tone th

in troubles even though Jasmine tended to get her own ass in very odd and not pleasant situations herself, but for the love of God, this girl would never stop trolling the hell out of Ryd

t her reveng

like that. Ryder had seen her male cousins countless times doing so and found it quite funny. Aiden’s leg was stomping against the ground. The black shirt hugged his back too tightly, maybe e bit more than it should, but who’s complaining? The shirt had a "To quote Hamlet Act III, Scene III

udying him from afar, but never did she take the initiative to talk to him. She looked at him as he laughed and fooled around with his friends… at the way he looked as if nothing could b