Nobody knows I'm not his everything. Everybody assumes that the love flowing between us is just what every girl dreams of. They have no idea that I'm his second choice and substitute for *her*. That he screams her name when we're together and whispers her name in his sleep. They don't get that the moment Scott and Jean break up, I'm yesterday's news and out with the trash.

And the worst part?

Nobody knows... not even him.