Bryce Loski. Was he really worth 120.50 dollars. Really was he? Spitting image of his father is what they all say. I still can't figure out if he's more or less than the sum of his parts either
A diet. May be Darla was right, that this was temperary. Would I lose this weight or eat the fluffy cheesecake.
My thoughts are stopped by a noise in the background. I throw my book on my bed and almost run to the front window.
What a saw. Bryce Loski on my grass. Digging a hole. In my grass. I turn to my father. I almost interigate him about why. Bryce Loski is in my yard.
Then I stop. Bryce leaves and comes back. Wrestling some plant. No, this was no plant. This was a Sicamoore tree.
I step out my front door. There is Bryce. "We really should talk sometime." He looks at me.
"Why not now?" He stands there leaning on the shovel.
"Do... do you need help."
"That'd be nice."
I walk over to him and fill in the whole he dug in my grass. He places his hand over mine and looks me in the eyes. "Are you going to talk?" He questions me.
"I...I thought you were a coward. To be honest. I told my mother what happened. She said that any boy who did what you did is no coward. I...I guess I agree. I just have to ask, why so sudden?"
"Juli. I know I've said I'm sorry so many times latly."
Isn't that the truth.
"Juli, I'm not sorry I tried to kiss you. Juli, I know it's sudden, I hit me like a train. Juli, you are different and think your difference shines from the top of that old Sicamoore to these blades of grass."
"Thanks Bryce." My cheeks flush the color or the cherry on top of this fluffy cheesecake. So much for my diet. Huh?
