N. Hanson's Point of View
"So.. Sarah huh?" I asked Bryce, a small laugh leaving my mouth as I turned to him. He looked over at me and shook his head, the bed frame slightly shaking when he moved, "Sadly she's attracted to me."
I shrugged, "Whats so wrong with having someone like you?" Bryce smiled over at me, "You don't get why she likes me." I scoffed and shook my head, "What are you talking about Bryce?"
He pointed to his face, drawing an imaginary circle around it, "This is why she likes me." He sighed, "And because I hangout with my stupid 'friends' I'm now branded as popular. I don't give a shit about that."
I furrowed my brows and shook my head at Bryce. I bit down on my bottom lip, "Whats so wrong with being popular? And what's wrong about being good looking?"
"Well.. you hate the popular people so.. I just don't want you to hate me." Bryce blurted out, stumbling over his words. A chuckled left my mouth as I shook my head at Bryce, "I hate the way those people act. I couldn't care less if you're popular or not Bryce, because you're not like that."
Bryce's face lit up, a smile forming on his cheeks. My smile grew by just seeing his, it's odd how someone can have an affect on you just by changing their facial expression. Bryce looked in my eyes, "My problem is, she likes me for shit that doesn't matter. Who cares, you know? How I look? How many people know me? Seriously who gives a shit."
I shrugged, "It matters to some people Bryce." Bryce groaned, "But why? I don't wanna date someone because they think I'll help boost their social status!"
I laughed a little and shook my head at Bryce, "Are you actually that popular?" Bryce's facial expression softened, he let out a chuckled, "I mean-" he began to joke. I rolled my eyes playfully in his direction, "Listen Bryce, don't shoot her down. Maybe she does like you for other reasons. Who knows? Some people are different than what they show on the surface." I tried to reason with him.
I wasn't talking about Sarah. I was talking about Bryce. He's different than how he looks. His personality is different compared to what he fronts.
I didn't like Sarah, that was a fact. But, if Bryce likes her then so what? I don't want to manipulate him to think exactly like I do. I like him how he is now. I don't want his opinion to fade and his only worry being about pleasing me. I don't care, everyone has their own opinions.
I shouldn't argue with him. Everyone has the right to express their feelings and their opinions without being bombarded with questions by someone who disagrees.
"I don't know." Bryce shrugged, he looked at his lap before looking back over at me, "I think she's just blinded by my popularity and looks." I licked my lips as I thought, how could someone only like Bryce for those two things?
Bryce is the most unique person in this town. Sure, one might say he looks like every other popular boy, but he's not like every other popular boy. He's sweet and funny and he has his own opinion, he's not brainwashed, he doesn't agree with everything you say in hopes he won't be wrong.
"You may be 'popular' and you may have the 'look' but your best feature is your personality." I bluntly stated. Was I sending him into the arms of this girl? The girl who has treated me so terribly. She definitely didn't deserve Bryce.
No, I'm not doing that. We're just talking. Not about Sarah. About him.
But if he did like her, I'm not going to stop him from doing what he wants. Bryce smiled at me, "You think so?" His eyes widening in excitement.
"Yeah, yeah don't let it get to your head Loski."
