A/N Hey guys! This is my first fan fic! I hoped you can be patient with me! I got this idea watching Boys Over Flowers with my friends the other day. It's about a girl who enters a posh private school as a bribe to shut up about the bullying problems the school faces. She stands up to the famous bullies who make her life hell, but eventually falls for her. Then, so does his best friend! M y story is based on this.

Now, on with the story!

It was hard to see him with someone else.

Could it be, that because he could no longer recall who I was, could no longer recognized me, that it was a perfectly adequate excuse to get together with someone else? Had the days I spent next to him been stored in a part of his brain that was destroyed in the accident?

In the beginning, I had resisted, rebelled, refused to know him. I told him to stay away from me, and to stop interfering with my life. He was no good for me, I told myself. However, he, with the stupid stubbornness that all males seemed to possess, ignored these pleas and enters my life. He became such an integral part of it that whether I liked it or not, I could not get rid of him. So, I made myself accept him, and for awhile, this little compromise seemed to work. Then I came to the conclusion that pushing him away was useless. We had been through together so much that it wasn't a matter of whether I wanted him there or not.

I needed him. Not a want, but a necessity.

I shied away from these feeling, alien emotions that I could never admit to myself as to what they really were. When I saw him with another girl, I classified the emotion 'jealousy' as disgust over the fact that he was going to play with another innocent girl's feelings.

I could never tell myself what I was really feeling for him.

It wasn't like I never had the chance. I had plenty of chances, but I gave them all up because I was frightened by the rejection. Rejection had always seem to be the main feeling in my life. I could bear it if others rejected me, but I don't think I will survive it if he did the same to me.

I tried hard not to break down as I watched the bride and her father drift down the aisle. And you, all you can do is stand there and watch with an expressionless face and she nears you. You don't love her- because you don't know her yet. You only agreed to marry her because momma told you too. But then, I know you don't love me too. Or maybe you forgot you loved me.

And then I hear the preacher say

"Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

I could never hold my peace on this subject. If I didn't disturb the peace now, I know I would definitely do it in the future. Better, I decided, to do it now then to do it in the future.

I stand.

Yes, I know this is a little "Speak Now" Taylor Swift style but I adore that song and always wanted to incorporate into one of my stories! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. By the way, this is Bonnie's thoughts, okay? In case you couldn't tell.

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