laughed. âAnd would you still like me?â
âYes, and I wouldnât even be part of the angry mob setting your yard on fire. Iâd try to stop them.â
âYouâd risk your life to protect my grass from an imaginary mob. Youâre the best girlfriend ever,â he said, putting his arm around my shoulders. I thought I would die from happiness.
âBut, seriously, even if you werenât a good basketball player, it wouldnât matter.â
âSo youâd honestly still like me?â he asked.
I nodded.
âOkay, why?â
My face got warm and I could tell my cheeks were getting flushed. Oh how embarrassing. Even my stupid skin betrayed me and made me look awkward.
âWell, you know⦠becauseâ¦â I said stammering.
âNot an answer. Why?â
âI justâ¦â
âStill not an answer,â he said. His face was close to mine now, and I was finding it difficult to breathe and think at the same time.
I cleared my throat. âBecause youâre so sweet and nice and you have the bestââ Eyes, hair, smile, tush. ââpersonality.â
âSo not because Iâm so good-looking, huh?â he said. âIâm just kidding.â
His face was not even two inches away from mine. I felt like I was going to pass out. And then this little thought crept up on me. Would he still like me if I werenât a model? And how did I ask him that? How would I even word it? If I said, âWould you still like me if I hadnât been in that competition?â Heâd say he didnât know about that before he asked me for my email address or he might think I was stuck up or say, âYouâre not that cute,â or something. But now I wanted to know.
âDo you ever worry about that stuff?â he asked.
I swallowed. âWhat do you mean?â
âIf people only like you because youâre some model or, you know, cute or whatever.â
âModeling hasnât exactly made me popular with the girls at school. I think more people hold it against me than anything else. No one is trying to get close to me because of that⦠at least that I can tell,â I said. I mean, how did I say other than Kyle Eiton and possibly himself?
âPeople hold it against you? Like jealousy or what?â
I told him I wasnât sure what their deal was.
âDo guys try to talk to you because of it?â he asked.
I wanted to say, âYou tell me,â but I just shrugged.
âSo they do.â
âMaybe one or so,â I said.
âI didnât even know about your modeling stuff when I first was getting to know you,â he said.
Well, that was true. But what about my appearance? Did that matter to him?
âWhy did you talk to me in the first place?â I asked.
âYou seemed sweet. You were so quiet when we first met, but there was something about you. When Devon was flirting with this one guy right in front of another guy, who it was so obvious he was into her, you got this look on your face. I could tell you felt bad for the other guy who liked her. Most of the girls I meet trash the guys who dare to go up to them. Itâs like you work up the courage to talk to a girl and then right in front of her friends she tears you down â so embarrassing.â
âI bet youâve never gotten shot down in your life,â I said.
âWell, once or so, but I see it happen all the time. Girls can be so mean.â
I rolled my eyes. âTell me about it.â
He laughed. âYou werenât like that though. You were shy that first time we went to Ignatowskiâs, but as you got to know me, you opened up more and I liked talking to you a lot.â
âI liked talking to you, too. I thought youâd be more, I dunno, intimidating or something.â
âI just thought, sheâs so sweet, funny, and nice and has this great personality and those pretty eyes. I
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