ONE SMALL THING
There were stories about people like me. People who had everything they ever wanted handed to them on a silver platter, only to mess it all up. I had a quest to rescue Iris, and I could have completed it! It was right there! She wanted me to kiss her, and I wanted to kiss her. Yet I messed it up, just like all those stories my sister read. Guy gets girl. Guy loses girl. Girl wants guy. Guy is too stupid to realize everything he did wrong.
Classic.
Did I return that night to profess my undying love? Did I find her the next day and tell her I’d made a mistake and I did in fact want to be with her?
No, no I did not.
Did I avoid her every chance I could for the next week, and when I did finally see her in the hallway, trip over at least half a dozen freshies as I dove into
