no. 1

he was the rockstar and she was the groupie who was too afraid to say his name. she knew his family, drove by his house and knew all the lyrics to all the songs that his shitty band played at the YMCA on weekends. she'd heard that he was a jerk but she just didn't believe it, couldn't believe that such a good looking, nasal singing, long distance running kind of lead singer of a highschool boy could ever say those things, would ever think those things. she left him behind in highschool, that was the tragedy. it was over, she could follow his footsteps online but what use was it with him in another province? no drive by sightings or gossip filtered from friend to friend. it was embarrassing to admit. it sounded worse than it was, like she was some kind of stalker groupie girl, some kind of crazy. it could stay behind her in middlebrook, no one at elliott would ever need to know.