Beaus POV
Her eyes, they showed so much emotion as she looked at me, they showed anger,I could see the pain in her eyes, I could see sadness and I couldent help but feel I was the reason. I couldent help but feel for her,she put up this 'I don't care' front but I know she does, I know everything everybody says kills her inside just a little bit more. She's so beautiful I can't deny that,even when she looks like she's about to punch me she still looks perfect.
Truth be told, I know I'm a jerk to her but she's not exactly little miss nice.I could tell by the way she was looking at me,she dident want to argue and neither did I, but sometimes arguing with her is the only time I get to speak to her.
"I guess I should say thankyou for caring.." I spoke,replacing the smirk on my face with a smile, she looked at me rather confused and gave me a slight nod
"I urm,its okay" she replied ,pushing a strand of hair behind her ear nervously,gosh I loved when she did that.
" I mean I guess I dident go because I dident really want to" this was true, I normally find going to the parties great but they aren't really,everyone just gets drunk and there's always about 2 fights everytime.
"Oh right? Beau brooks not attending a party because he dident feel like it?" She let out a little laugh while she said this,which may I add was adorable
"I know right" I replied with a smile
Having a normal chat with her was weird but comforting,I liked that she wasent like every other girl,she was different and I honestly...I think I like her
