Because when you're posed, you know someone's watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

If I had a chance with him, I missed it. No, I didn't miss it. I threw it away.

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

And like I said, I didn't know him very well, but my ears perked up whenever I heard his name. I guess I wanted to hear something - anything - juicy. Not because I wanted to spread gossip. I just couldn't believe someone could be that good. If he was actually that good... wonderful. Great! But it became a personal game of mine. How long could I go on hearing nothing but good things about Clay Jensen? Normally, when a person has a stellar image, another person's waiting in the wings to tear them apart. They're waiting for that one fatal flaw to expose itself. But not with Clay.

But they were wrong. There was a reason.