Worth the Effort

Chapter 5 - ORIGINAL

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** Jamie isn't in this chapter, but here's a picture of her anyway :) **

Chris

I couldn't stop thinking about Stella.

I wasn't expecting her to be so beautiful. Even wearing sweatpants and a tank top, she was stunning. I was expecting some nerdy, thick-rimmed-glasses wearing nerdy girl like all of my past tutors. Not that there's anything wrong with nerdy girls, but they weren't usually my type. Stella, on the other hand, was just as beautiful as any of those bitchy girls at school.

She was the whole package: smart, sassy, funny, and beautiful. And the best part about her was that she had no idea.

The way she carried herself... She acted so confident, but under the surface, if you really took the time to look at her, you could see her hidden insecurities.

She was sassy and didn't take my shit, which I also liked. I rarely had someone stand up to me, especially since everyone was afraid of me, but she didn't care who I was or what I thought.

I have to say, she made a pretty good first impression.

During my tutor session, I felt embarrassed every time she caught me staring at her, but I couldn't help it. There was something about her that was just so intriguing, I couldn't stop staring.

Her brown hair and blue eyes... I couldn't stop staring at those bright blue eyes.

I felt a little nervous around her, too. It was an odd sensation; I'd never felt nervous around a girl before, let alone been so infatuated with one. But I knew the stories that went around school, and I knew she'd heard them. I was nervous because I could feel her judging eyes looking for my flaws just as everyone else did.

Even my Father.

I knew I was a total ass. Sometimes I felt a little guilty about the things I said or did, but in high school, when you build up a reputation, it's hard to live it down. I figured it would probably be easiest for me to keep up the hard front than to try to change everybody's misconceptions about who I am.

My father was a main cause of my misbehavior. As the owner of the mot successful company in California, he had a lot of expectations for me. By the age of 14, he had me helping him with paperwork and schedules for his company so he could "show me the ropes early". He said I had to be perfect or I'd become a failure.

It was around my 15th birthday that I started to revolt.

Instead of attending his work meetings or taking time after school to study the ins and outs of the business, I went drinking and partying and sleeping around. I knew it's what my father would hate the most, and I was right.

At the time, I knew I was building up a terrible reputation for myself and that my father would hate me even more than he already seemed to, but I didn't care. I would much rather be the asshole Bad Boy than live my life kissing my dad's ass.

Over time, I felt myself become more aggressive and rude, but I went with it. Ladies seemed to love it — even if I didn't love them — and I was getting attention from a lot of people. Whether that attention be positive or negative, I loved it.

But looking at Stella and seeing how good she seemed... it made me regret who I had become, if even only a little. Seeing her and her humor and her sassiness gave me hope that maybe one day I could become the guy I used to be, become a man good enough for a girl like Stella.

I knew these thoughts were crazy. I'd only know Stella for two hours, for Christ's sake. I wasn't in love with her, I didn't even know if I'd like her in a week's time. But I couldn't help but think about that tingly feeling she gave me in my stomach when she laughed at my stupid and well-worn pick-up lines or even when she frowned at my Nutella-covered teeth when I was teasing her.

A girl like Stella deserved so much more than a guy like me. Even if she wasn't "the one", I wanted to become I man good enough for her, for a girl like her.

God, I felt so ridiculous for thinking this way. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of thoughts of the future and of beautiful, sassy girls like Stella so I could concentrate on driving to my stupid date with that college chick named Vicki.

I cringed at the thought.

How strange, I thought, shaking my head again. Just this morning you were so excited for this date, what the hell is wrong with you?

Stella's what's wrong with me, that's what.

I frowned. I needed to stop thinking about her. She was just my tutor and I'd only talked to her a handful of times. The more I got to know her, I'm sure the worse she'd become, just like all the other girls I'd hung out with at school.

Yeah, that thought made me feel better. She was probably just like all the others. I would just have to wait a little longer to see the bad side of her.

But I couldn't help but think about the things I would have to do to deserve a girl as perfect as that. While she seemed perfect today, she may be less perfect in the future and blend in with the rest of the boring girls out there.

But if she was as perfect as her first impression suggested, I knew I'd have to work for her.

I'd have to work hard.

And I wouldn't stop until I had her.

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OH MY GOSH I'M IN LOVE WITH CHRIS.

Maybe I'm just in love with what he'll become. I love being an author because I know everything that's going to happen... *chuckles evilly*

I hope this chapter gives you guys a little more background about Chris and helps you see things from his perspective. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK PLEASE!

I don't know why, but I was super excited when writing this chapter. There will be plenty more chapters from Chris's perspective, so if you liked this, get ready for a whole lot more fun :D

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~*~ Wild_Abandon ~*~