BLAKE'S POV
I don't know what I was thinking. Some part of me knows there's a good side to Maddie.
We walk in complete silence to our lockers. When we get there, instead of opening her locker, she looks at me with sadness, desperation and apology all jumbled in her eyes.
She opens her mouth as if to say something but quickly shuts it. Moments later she does the same thing but actually says something this time that shocks me.
"I-I am so sorry I've bullied you all these years. I've just been jealous. You're so pretty and you have such a great personality. You also have Dylan. C-Can we just be friends? I really am sorry." she says.
"Please." I beg. I have these senses with the tone of voice and look in eyes. I know she is being genuine.
She wraps her arms around me and nuzzled her face into my neck. I am so shocked, but I end up hugging her back.
"Thank you!" she says. "Thank you so much."
She lets go of the embrace but keeps are hands together making a small circle. She stares at my clothes and my face flushes.
What if she doesn't like them?
What if she makes fun of them?
What if she-
I am interrupted of my thoughts by her saying,
"I love your outfit!" I look down at my at my apparel which consists of a black t-shirt with a KISS band sign (I love band tees), white skinny jeans and grey Converse. I never really match but I use monochromatic colors.
"Really?" is all I could say.
"Of course! I only wear this Victoria Secret stuff because that's what Harley likes." she winks and smiles a toothy smile. I already like her a lot better.
We grab our books and walk to class with interlocked elbows that Maddie insists that we do. She is such a happy girl, something I didn't notice when she would make fun of me. I decide to put that all in the past.
We get stares while walking down the hallway but she seems to not mind. That tells me she isn't just playing games with me.
We sit next to each other in Math, our first subject.
Harley and Dylan walk in a couple of minutes later smiling at each other. I guess they sorted everything out. When they see us they just chuckle, happy to see we made up too.
They take the table behind us and I talk to Harley, and he isn't such a bad guy either.
The rest of the day goes by in a flash and we all decide to hang out after school.
I really hope this isn't too good to be true.
