Chapter 9

Lorenzo's POV

Something is different about Celestine. Scratch that. Celestine is different.

The last time I saw her before I left for catholic school, she was sleeping on the bed at my beach house, wearing only my T-shirt. She had curled her lips up and rubbed her nose, and I recall thinking about how cute she looked at that moment. I recall wanting to get back in bed and just snuggle in and cuddle her.

Everyone at school had only thought of her as a goody two shoes. Heck, I heard some rumors saying she was a lesbian because she was never seen with a guy. No guy thought she was hot so they avoided her.

They may have thought she was cute because even underneath her skirts, blouses, and the glasses that covered half of her face, one could still see that was pretty.

But she was never considered hot. She never put any effort into her appearance and her clothes were two sized two big, an embarrassment to any guy that would call her their girlfriend.

Only I had known the truth. Only I had