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Story published September 16, 2013 · updated October 15, 2013 · 88 pages · 158 readers · 1,042 reads
Introducing Devon
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Introducing Devon Pierce. ♥

Hello there.
My name is Devon Pierce,
but many people simply call me Dev.
I was born on November 11th, same day as my mom,
and I'm currently seventeen years young. Go H.S. Juniors.
(Time sure flies, huh?)

I guess one could call me an expert at fitting in. I've been told I'm pretty popular, but I honestly don't see the meaning behind social statuses. I'm simply nice to all the people I meet, and I believe in treating everyone equally. I suppose this resulted in me being liked by numerous amounts of people, and I like to say I get along with virtually everyone. It's not a bad thing, for sure, but sometimes I don't feel like it's an entirely good thing, either.

In the world of the so-called "Populars," people have certain standards you're expected to follow. Sometimes it feels like I have no say in who I truly get to talk to, due to the fact that I started off talking to the more... Well, controlling folks. I express my opinion when I feel they're treating someone unfairly, but they usually just scoff me off their shoulders like I've said something completely idiotic and incomprehensible. Sometimes, though I'm usually surrounded by seas of people, I'll still feel completely alone. I don't exactly know why, but there's this void in my chest I haven't ever been able to fill. I figured being kind to others would do the trick, but... Apparently not.

The void came to me when I was about six years old. That was the year when my father left me and my mother in the dust. He didn't give us any reason - we just woke up one morning to him and all his things completely gone. The most he did was leave a little note on the table with the word, "Goodbye," scribbled on top of it. Nobody knows this little story of mine, but if one were to examine the depths of the wallet I always carry, they'll find that exact note kept securely in one of the pockets. In a way, it reminds me of him. Whenever I feel like I have no father at all, it reminds me that, at a time, I once did. Even if he left, he was still there at a point. I can't recall his face, though.

Yes, even the Sir. Devon Pierce has his secrets. Although, I find myself unable to open up to people about such things. Although many see me as Mr. Popular - dare I say so myself - I truly don't believe I have any real friends. Sure, I have people I can hang with on the weekends, go to parties with, cram for a big upcoming test with - but, then what? None of us actually open up to one another, and when it comes down to it, we all solve our personal problems on our own. I've gotten used to it over the years, but then I think of that void... Perhaps it's because I haven't truly let anyone in before. Other than my mother, that is.

However, there's this new girl at school that I can't help but notice.

Nobody else seems to pay her any mind, but I find myself unable to get her off mine. She's incredibly bright and stunning, yet she's so introvert and modest. I've never taken any genuine interest in a girl before, so it's a little nerve-wracking for me to approach her. I know my friends wouldn't approve, but...

Perhaps I should try taking a risk for once in my life,
rather than following the rules of the shallow popular world.




 






((And here's Devon Pierce! Isn't he darling? ♥ I hope you like him!))

Hey, guys!
If you like this story, why not favorite or comment? :D
I'd really love to have some feedback, being that this is my first story on here. ♥
Thank you so much for reading!
It means a lot. <3
 
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