But Why Not

Sequel to The Boy At My Window

"It's always my reputation." he said bitterly.

"What's always your reputation?" I asked confused.

He sighed audibly. "Driving people away. People hear about my reputation and don't take time to get to know me. They either think I'm some huge bad ass and become my friend solely off of that or they think I'm a criminal and avoid me at all costs. Which one are you?"

I felt kind of bad for him. It was sad no one knew who he really was. "I'll be the exception. I'll get to know you, Ryder Daniels. The real you."

"Really?" I could practically hear the smile he was wearing in his voice. "You want to get to know me?"

"Yeah. I want to know what goes on in that soccer head of your's." I said smiling to myself.

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