The Boy Who Hated Sweet Things
Language: en
I’m shallow. I like pretty things. Specifically, pretty boys. After asking out the class heartthrob, Asher Vance, for the 99th time, he still coldly rejected me. I overheard his friends laughing about it later. "Uh oh, Asher hesitated this time." "I heard she wants to go to the same college as you." "Are we going to be drinking at your wedding after graduation?" Asher threw a basketball at them in disgust. "Don't associate me with that kind of shallow girl. It makes me sick." On the first day of college, I bumped into Asher at the campus gate, holding a box of freshly baked…