Bethany's POV:
God, I really hope I'm doing this right.
Who am I kidding?
I've never played someone before. I don't know what I'm doing. I think what I did back there was some-what playing him. I mean I think he feels sorta defeated. It's been 5 minutes and he's still upstairs. Probably just standing there.
I'm not even denying it, he's hot. If only his shitty personality wasn't in the way of things.
I heard a thumping of feet coming down the stairs. Kevin stepped into the kitchen where I was leaning my arm on the cool granite counter top, worried what he was gonna say. He ruffled his curls a little bit and looked at me.
"Les watch some TV," he smiled a sincere smile. What happened to his little 'bad boy smirk'?
I nodded and swallowed. We walked into the living room.
I saw the remote just lying there on the leather couch and I instantly knew I needed to grab it first. Something told me Kevin was thinking the same thing. I looked at him and he looked at me.
Before I knew it, we both bolted for the couch, us scrambling for the black plastic thing to be in our own control.
I screeched as we both tumbled to the floor, wrestling each other. I giggled, not even being able to help it.
Kevin had the remote in his hand and I knocked it out, sending it flying in the air and land with a crash on the floor.
Me being on top of him, I attempted to make a smooth getaway for the remote but he grabbed my foot and I fell to the ground. We laughed and rolled around. The batteries had flown out of the remote anyway, and I'm pretty sure all the plastic pieces everywhere meant it was broken, but I'm no scientist. I think that was the right term...
He ended up on top of me, staring down into my eyes. It was like I was stuck in a trance. If only I knew how he actually felt about me. Though I'm thinking all this isn't even real.
He squeezed his eyes shut. "I like you, Bethany." He stood up and sat on the couch, head in hands.
I sat up, but remained on the floor." "Huh?"
"Bethany, I think I like you." He looked at me like this was an obvious thing. Like it was written on his forehead the whole time and I didn't even notice.
"Since when? You're a bad boy, I thought you didn't have time for feelings." I brushed my hair out of my face.
"Since the day I met you." He started. I looked at him, silently telling him to continue. He eventually did. "Well not since the day I met you. You were new. I thought I could get you to fall for me. So as I was at it, I guess somewhere along the way, I fell instead. I wanted to be all bad boy with you and do my usual stuff and leave you. But Bethany I really don't honk I could leave you. Emily, Lauren, and Morgan even tried to convince me I liked you. I didn't wanna believe any of it."
He rambled on.
"But I fell for you! You're so...different!" he exclaimed.
I laughed a short laughed, half fake, as if I was mocking him. "How? How am I different from the rest of your 'toys'?"
"You're naturally beautiful and perfect. Even in the mornings without makeup." He said looking down.
