I let out a deep sigh. Why do you insist on helping me when I've treated you so badly all this time? I asked him, the question that'd floated above all the other doubts waiting to be solved.
He paused, looking down at our laced fingers. I know you've seen me as an asshole since day one. Your opinion of me has always been obvious, he said with a glum smile. But I'm not like that. At least, I'm not like that since that day I spoke to you in the hallway, in front of the locker. Remember?
Yeah, I said, smiling at the fact that we'd both been thinking of that moment.
Well, that day you made me realize some things. He brought up his eyes to mine and locked them there. That if I didn't change, all the good girls were going to pass me by. The words like you hung in the air.