I sat in my room on my laptop by myself. I felt betrayed and alone.
I heard a knock on my door.
“Come in.” I yelled, without asking who it was.
I didn’t even look up, or realize who the person was, until I heard him speak.
“Cami, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know you would be that upset.”
“Ugh, Justin, go away.”
“Cami, just talk to me. Why do you hate me?”
“Well…..”"
Huh. Why do you hate him? Think Cami, think!
I sat in silence.
“I guess I don’t.”
He smiled.
For the first time since he walked in, I sat up and looked at him.
“Why do you like me?”
He looked deep into my eyes as the words poured out of his mouth.
“I like you because your not superficial like all the other rich girls. I like that you want to be normal, and try to be everyday. I like how your not fake, but your real and you stay true to yourself and it doesn’t matter what the press say. I love how when you walk you hair flows beautifully behind you, and you eyes sparkle when your happy. Thats why I like you.
I stared at him in awe.