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the jerk.
My name is Mitchell Green, but you can call me Mitch. I’m twenty-two years old, and I’m from Cincinnati. I’m an intern at Mercy Medical Center in the suburbs just outside my hometown. I had a dog up until two months ago. Her name was Roxy, she was a German shepherd, and she got hit by a moving van in front of my house. I’m going to miss her. Other than that, I’m a pretty boring guy.
Oh, yeah, another thing: I’m in love with Heather McCrery. The problem? So is her best friend, Simon Callahan, and he’ll do anything to steal her away from me.
Like he just did.
At the altar.
During my wedding.
To Heather.
They’re both gone now. They’ve escaped on his Harley Davidson motorcycle; the one Heather has never approved of. Ironic? Yes.
So, basically, I was just left at the altar by the love of my life and her asshole of a best friend. Now, I’m running through the streets of Cincinnati, chasing a motorcycle I can barely see because my fiancé’s best friend decided he was going to perform a perfect speech, at the perfect time, to win the hearts of every single person in the church. That includes Heather.
God damn him.
And his stupid motorcycle.
And his unbelievable charm.
And his ability to steal the woman I love.
The motorcycle turns a corner, and it’s gone. Just like that, it’s gone. I can’t run anymore; I can’t chase it anymore—I can’t chase her anymore. I’ll admit it. I lost.
I’m the jerk, he’s the best friend, she’s the perfect woman, and I lost. Because that’s how it always is. The best friend always gets the girl.
I sit down on a bench and take off my tuxedo jacket. I ignore the crazy looks from people passing by. I don’t really care anymore. Because I lost her; I lost the only girl I’ll ever love. I might as well tell you the rest now, too.
This is the story; the story about why Heather McCrery chose me, the jerk, out of the hundreds of guys fawning over her, and why her best friend stole her away from me, the jerk.
This is the story about why the jerk always loses.
AN: Oh my God, seriously. Have you ever felt sorry for the guy left standing at the altar when the best friend ruins the wedding?! I have, sooo many times. Anyway, this is kind of a work in progress, and I'll probably focus more on it when I'm finished with The Almost Forever Girl, which by the way, will be finished.
