The jock who had everything—the skills, the looks, the charm.
It was only natural that he would end up dating the hottest girl on campus, the cheerleader who turned heads wherever she walked.
Together, they were the golden couple, the pair everyone envied, the storybook romance that people whispered about in the hallways.
The beautiful woman's hands curled into her lap, nails digging faintly into her palms.
She hated the way her chest burned watching them together.
She hated how much it hurt that he had never once looked at her the way he looked at her.
She wanted to scream, to shake him, to make him see.
Didn't he remember the nights they stayed up talking until dawn?
The times she was the one who patched him up after a rough game, who listened when he was down, who cheered him on even when no one else believed?
Didn't he see that she had always been there, quietly loving him, while the girl on his arm flaunted herself for attention?
