How I See You

Chapter 7 - Will here.

Will here.

I really think that Alyssa hates me. I mean, come on. Chores? What kind of person would prefer to do chores than hang out? That was just an excuse.

What did I do? OK, so maybe she hated the fact I had kissed a few girls for fun. But really. She actually seems really irritated when I'm around.

Now I'm throwing a basket ball against the wall in my garden, frustrated. I'm not going to lie and say that no girls have liked me before. They seem to think I'm . . . appealing. Whatever. So why doesn't Alyssa?

She's definitely an above standard girl, any guy could see that. There really isn't anything she needs to change. I'm finding it hard to connect with her and grab her attention though. Does she think I'm a dangerous person, or just an obnoxious idiot?

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"OK, so your turn," Niall says, shooting. "My preferences have changed."

We're both at his house playing on the Xbox, having the usual conversation about girls.

"About which factor?" I ask, changing weapons.

"Looks," he replies.

I dodge round a building. "OK, then. Go on."

"I think darker eyes are better," he begins, grabbing some popcorn. I shake my head. "And," he says, "I like longer hair."

I raise my eyebrows. "OK."

"Go on then."

I shrug. "I dunno. Looks aren't everything."

"But if they were?"

"They're not."

He frowns. "So you're prepared to date a really ugly girl?"

"No," I reply irritably. I don't want to talk about girls in general - it feels like I'm betraying Alyssa. So I don't say anything else.

"So what about that new girl?" Niall says after a few minutes of silence.

I shrug. "Yeah."

"Yeah, what?"

I look at him. "OK, she's hot."

"Too right," he mutters, shooting me. I was so distracted with thinking about Alyssa that my mind slipped from the game.

"But she seems too . . . shy," he says.

I shrug.

Yeah, she's shy. But that's one thing I like about her. She's not flinging herself at me and being flirty and really annoying, or being a total bitch which is what some girls do when they like you.

So that's why on Monday afternoon I'm stood at her door, ringing the bell. After a few minutes, it opens and she's stood there looking slightly stressed out.

She definitely looks like she could do with spending some time with me.

"Hey," I grin.

She blushes. "Hey."

Oh my God. She looks amazing. Even when she's wearing just a t-shirt and shorts and a slightly strained expression.

"Do you want to hang out?" I ask her. "Please say yes."

She looks at me for a few seconds, her green eyes studying me shyly. "I can't . . . I've got a load of homework."

I pull a face. "So?"

She gives a small sigh, her chest rising and falling. "I don't know."

Oh my God. What am I meant to do here?