It would only be three more days until the start of a new school year. Single and totally not ready to mingle. I've experienced love in my life and now I regret it. But instead of blabbering about it, let me just tell you my story of love. I was 13 at the time and i had a new neighbor. He was 14 and really cute. i remember the first day we met, 14th of February 2013 and yes it had to fall on Valentines day. We had dinner together that night because my parents invited them over for a welcoming party. I knew I had to look spectacular for him to notice me. When dinner was ready, I heard a knock on the door. and before I could even blink, the Oliver family was standing right in front of me, but in the middle was him,Chase, the guy I fell head over heels for. He stared at me with dreamy blue eyes and made a cute face I couldn't resist. My heart dropped, I felt like fainting but luckily my mom snapped me out of it. It was the most awkward moment of my life. My mom whispered into my ear and said "You were staring at them for 30 seconds."

            I was so embarrassed I wanted to  hide in my room, lock the doors and scream my little heart out. But even if I wanted to, my mom lead me and the Oliver's to the dining room which I didn't really need because I knew my way around the house. We both sat next to each other as we ate dinner. Our parents were chatting about adult stuff. Whilst eating, our arms pressed against each other, I blushed. He apologized and I of course accepted.

           The following week we started seeing each other more often . There were times we texted each other until 1:30ish in the morning. It wasn't long until we started dating. Our first date was at the movies, we laughed the entire time that it became embarrassing. Soon enough we were official like boyfriend and girlfriend, but were we actually? One day, we had a new neighbor and this time it was a girl my age. Yes, I'll admit it, she was pretty with blonde hair, hazelnut eyes and an amazing body. But she didn't have the same intelligence level as me, I always get straight A's on all my classes. But before I realized it, he was falling for her. Then they started secretly dating. Of course i got hurt. I broke down in tears and I felt like a stupid girl. I knew it was coming. I never talked to him or texted him, I've only seen zoned his messages saying "sorry" and "how can I make it up to you?" but I knew they were all fake. I knew that he still loved that stupid blonde British girl. Oh, did I mention she was British as well? ugh, is this the true meaning of hatred and jealousy? But anyways that's all for my story of "love", you'll figure out the rest later.