Wallflower Stories

Jules Laurent glared at the tiny brass bell sharply tinkling as he stepped inside Les Petits Plaisirs de Montmartre. The bell sounded too cheerful for the early hour. He moved toward the glass case of neatly lined up macarons and felt a childlike craving for them. The croissants looked tasty too, and he finally settled on the pain au chocolat. While waiting in line at the register, his eyes passed on the bustling patrons...

I first saw youIn the cafeteriaOn a Monday afternoon.You, a jockAnd me,A wallflower.Our eyes metFor one second..I looked awayAs the headCheerleader snugglesUp to you.From a distance,I saw you Be rude, Crass, obnoxious, And mean.I loved you anyway.Why?I'll never getAcknowledged by you, Or see a Different side of you.I want to talkTo you andAsk you someQuestions.Are the rumors True?Did you rape herAnd brag about it?Did you...