Second Best

I was always a protected child.
I never went to parties, sleepovers, and I never had them either.
I had the best friends in the world.
I was the best kid I could be.
Until I met . . . him.
I thought he was the, “love of my life.”
I was wrong.
I thought he loved me.
I let him turn me bad.
If I let our relationship go ant farther I bet I would of let him have his way with me.
We never went on a date.
I was always asking him if he was cheating on me . . . I was right.
He lied about his age.
He lied and told me that he loved me.
This other girl looked and apparently was better than me.
Will I always be second best?
A rebound girl?