Two

There were two. The popular girl, the epitome of every boy's dream: blonde, long-legged, with a perfect smile and a cheerleading squad to command. Every guy crushed on her, myself included.

But then there was her. With brunette locks cascading over her face, she was smart, a constant intellectual challenge, my academic rival. The way her eyes lit up when she answered a question before me... it was as if the Eiffel Tower itself had just switched on.

I chose to talk to the popular girl, ironically, to learn more about her, my rival.

Because she could never know. Not yet, at least. That I liked her.

Or wait... was it like? I was in love with her. My rival. My perfect, beautiful rival.

She might just be the love of my life.