Lance Collins is a teenage violinist attending Weyral High School, and, being so famous, many girls there are in love with him. Lance, however, doesn't have any interest in girls and is too engrossed with music to care about romantic relationships...
"It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was Now don't you understand That I'm never changing who I am." —It's Time by Imagine Dragons
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| KENZIE |
It took all of my willpower not to yell in front of Lance both for the sake of the whole class and to also not get myself detention.
My eyes widened while gaping at him. It was the first day of school, I remembered. How dare he say something like that to me! I was wrong to let my guard down! This guy was so full of himself! Lance was good-looking, but he was definitely not my type. And I reminded myself I wouldn't do dating anymore because of my philophobia. He'd also said he wasn't interested in dating, so why...?
I was interrupted from my thoughts when I heard Lance chuckling uncontrollably. He was covering his mouth with his hands, making him look like a patient from a mental hospital. My jaw snapped shut, and I glared at him. "What the heck?"
"Wait, please give me a moment." Lance sniffed, wiping the tears from the corner of his brown eyes. "Okay. Thank you. You should have seen the look on your face," he said, ignoring my evil glare. "Anyway, I assure you that I was just kidding. And besides, even if I was not an aromantic, you're not my type. I mean, you are short--"
"For your information," I huffed indignantly, "I'm five feet tall; that's already average. And aromantic?" I asked curiously, not minding the current issue for the meantime. "What's that?"
"A person who does not experience romantic love or attraction toward anyone," he explained with pride.
My eyes widened. "Er, really? There's such a thing?"
"Yes."
"And you believe you're an aromantic because you don't feel romantic attraction toward others?"
"Yes."
Wow! I must admit that was amazing. I mean, you wouldn't get to experience falling in love and not be scared to get your heart broken because of stupid romantic love. But still, I countered, "But what if you just haven't met the girl of your dreams yet?"
Lance smirked. "You want to be the girl of my dreams, then?"
I wrinkled my nose in disgust. This guy had nerve to say stuff like that. Yes, Lance had this "formal" aura around him (even the way he talks was so formal, like we were in a magical kingdom and he was the prince), but I couldn't believe he had this kind of personality, too.
Well, like other people say: Don't judge a person by their looks.
There was also his aromantic orientation.
And those were the reasons why I became curious about Lance Collins.
"Gah! You're impossible. And I assure you that the feeling's mutual," I said in a clipped tone. "Now, can you please spill what's your real bet?"
