Jack of Harts

My parents did everything they could to raise me right. God knows they tried, but I was awful full of myself. I thought I was God’s gift to girls, and the best boy around. I was all that, and I was certain of it all. I was two hundred pounds of testosterone in a one hundred pound body, and I could bench press that truck over there if you asked me to prove it all. Then I met her. I’d say she was the girl of my dreams but she blew my dreams out of the water. I fell in love with her, the way only someone fifteen going on eighteen can fall. Hopelessly and completely. With all my heart and soul. And then I met her cousin.