Why Do You Care About Me? - A Reese Wilkerson Fanfiction

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I was simply unable to look away from her alluring brown eyes that were staring right back into mine.

How can someone be that perfect??

I'd known pretty girls before, but none of them had ever lived up to the kindness and understanding that Georgia had. That made her even more gorgeous than she already was.

Suddenly, it clicked.

I liked her. A fucking lot. And she liked me back. I knew it. This connection we had, that's what it had been all along.

Those full, red lips were tormenting me all of a sudden, and I just couldn't withstand the urge to lean in, my lips carefully meeting her soft and delicate ones. My body was immediately electrocuted with endless happiness. My heart pounded in unreasonable fear that she would pull away and hate me forever, even though I knew she wouldn't, as I slowly inhaled her flowery scent. She didn't.

I was now laying on my bed, replaying that moment over and over again. I couldn't fucking believe it. Georgia actually liked me.

My mind trailed away, and I remembered that day in the sewers.

"You know, I really want a girlfriend." I'd said. "I really want someone to hang out with, that's what I really want."

 I got what I wanted. No, Georgia wasn't my girlfriend, she even fucking better than that.

 "Someone to show my poetry to." 

 I'd still not shown my poetry to anyone. I was afraid they would laugh, like they always did.

Reese the fucking retarded bully is writing poetry?

No chance. They just can't know. 

I hung off the bed upside down and reached for the box I hid my poetry in, under all my comics. Thank God no one had found them yet.

I flicked through the sheets of paper with my scrawly writing all over them. 

It makes me so sad.

Why do people not believe

That people can change?

What is wrong with me?

Why do I push everyone

Far away from me?

Those were my two attempts at writing haiku before I'd met Georgia. Poetry had been this secret thing I'd started to try and let out the hatred I had for myself, that was always just waiting to explode onto other people. I'd had enough of the old Reese for a long time now.

Why is it that

 they only see 

the worst part of me?

I know you think I'm stupid

I know you think I'm rude

I know you think I'm cruel

But do even realise that I'm a person too?

It's kinda disturbing to be honest. I mean, a teacher had once told me I was emotionally disturbed, and I never really forgot about it. I'd only been about seven, but I still thought about it to this day. She was right.

 Even though I'd wrote those only a few months ago, I felt completely different.

Things really do get fucking better.

Ever since I met Georgia, I actually have someone to talk to, someone I don't have to pretend anything with.

It's rare you find people so accepting and understanding in this world.

I never used to actually believe there really are people out there that could care about me, see a person under the surface and accept me for who I really was. Realise that I'm more than just a one dimensional bully.

I will wait for love

I do believe there is one

That is right for me

That was the one I'd wanted to show Malcolm and Stevie. I'd really wanted someone like Georgia. And when I needed her most, I just bumped into her one time.

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I was in 3rd period History, the waffling of my teacher merely background hum. History was so hard, I didn't get it. And it was just so uninteresting, like why would I care about stuff that happened centuries ago? I could never focus, no matter how hard I tried. And then I didn't understand anything. And then I was called stupid. Even though I did try.

My mind kept wandering to Georgia all day. We didn't have any classes toghether. As hard as it might be to believe, I was kinda shy. It got a bit lonely, not saying a word to anyone in any classes. No one wanted to talk to me. No one knew my name. In middle school at least I was known as Reese the apex bully. Now I was just that rando loser in the back of the class.

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After school me and Georgia were hanging out in my room, listening to music. Georgia was on the floor, trying to draw Avril Lavigne from a photo in her magazine. 

A song on the radio came on, and Georgia started quietly singing along.

"Last nite, she said "oh baby I feel so down, oh it turns me off when I feel left out." She was a really good singer. And she wasn't even trying. 

"Who's that song by?" I asked. She gaped at me in disbelief.

"What did you just say?? It's by The Strokes. The best band in the world."

"Never heard of them." Her huge eyes bulged at me. She didn't know what to say.

"Well what bands do you like then?" She finally managed.

"Blink 182, The Offspring, stuff like that."

"Oh, I love Blink!" She squealed.

"Their best song?"

"Dammit!" We both said at the same time. She smiled that cute little smile of hers, and I couldn't help but smile too.