Loving the enemy

Pure hearsay

I kept replaying that strange conversation in my head over and over again. I don't know why I gave it so much importance, but I just thought I hadn't been fair to him. Eventhough I had no intention of being friends with him, I still owed him an apology.
Over the years in college I had heard lots of things about Matt, just pure hearsay in the halls, and gossip in social media. He was now in senior year, I'm three years younger. He was the typical popular guy, but not the wrong kind, not the one who was always bothering everyone and thinking just about girls and parties. Instead, he was kinda conservative for being a senior year student, in the last year of high school they usually go over their heads and keep looking down on the rest of the students. He was... Different... He was not the super religious guy either, but he was in deed very different than me. He was always doing the right thing to do, no matter what. He was a huge fan of sports, but not soccer or american futbol, just running and all that sort of stuff. He wasn't the sporty lider, captain-of-the-team- kinda guy. He was popular but in a strange way. He was of those who believe in the sistem, huge fan of capitalism and meritocratic laws, but who at least had his own opinion. He didn't follow the mass, stuck inside of a bubble, he had ideals... Just, the wrong ones.

Definitely, not my type. The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself he was a huge dumbass and didn't diserve for my apologies at all.
I finally went to bed, and called my horrible monday off.