From Bully to Lover...{Completed}

Chapter Four

Writer's Note

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In this chapter, I am going to attempt to write in Ian's perspective...

Bare with me...>.<

KK.

Bye:)

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Ian's POV ---------------------

"Personally, I like the name Eugene a lot better than Ian..." She says quietly as I see her close her eyes.

How can I possibly be having feelings for her?

She's weird, and awkward, and annoying. But she does have really pretty eyes. And she isn't really afraid to speak her mind...

NO! She's not one of the Populars!

'Is that really the reason you're not gonna like her?' I ask myself.

I grunt in frustration and lean my head against the tree.

I look down and see Kenzie. She looked so peaceful. Nothing like when she's at school. At school, she always looked so worried and paranoid.

Was I really as bad of a person she said I was?

'Get yourself together!' I yell in my head. I don't know what's more frustrating; either me talking to myself, or me starting to like her.

I needed a plan...

"No.... Please... Help..." I hear Kenzie mumble in her sleep.

I look down and see her tense with her eyes shut tight.

I sort of just sit there watching her breathing calmly and at times mumble random phrases if not words.

Creepy. I know.

As I'm zoned out looking at her, a thought comes to me.

And it was genius, if I don't say so myself. It was a plan.

I know that I like her. But my feelings only show up when I'm nice. But what if I was mean again? I'd only be mean when we get back to school though, because out here, it could be dangerous if we split up.

I know for a fact that it would hurt her, but I mean, if I ended up dating her, then my reputation would be hurt.

Not that I really wanted to be popular. The only reason I did was because that was the one place and time I felt in control. Unlike when I'm home, where my brother or my dad pick on me for being 'small'.

I feel Kenzie turn and adjust herself on my chest. In the process, a strand of her hair gets out of place.

"I'm sorry for ever picking on you..." I say quietly as I tuck the strand behind her ear.

So that was my plan. Be a douchbag and forget that today ever happened. Like the crash, her being worried about me, her healing my chest and my forehead.

I begin to smile thinking of her laugh, but then realize I may never see it again.

"I'm sorry..." I say practically to myself.

As soon as I close my eyes, I get sucked into the darkness I call sleep.

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Kenzie's POV

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"Haha!" I laugh.

I was with my two closest friends from school; Marla, and Sergio.