Sawyer's POV
I couldn't sleep that night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face the way his brows furrowed when he called me those terrible names, and yet… how his lips moved so perfectly. Ugh. I must be losing my mind.
Why did he have to be that fine and that mean?I rolled over on my bed, hugging my pillow like it was gonna whisper some answers. Maybe he's going through something. Or maybe he's just one of those guys who hate attention. But still, I didn't deserve that. Not after coming with pure intentions.
"She's a stranger, a slut, nitwit, ugly, clumsy and aimless," I mimicked in a whisper, my voice cracking a little.
The words stung more than I admitted. I never thought a stranger's opinion would get to me. I barely knew his name, yet his insult was running laps in my head like it owned space there.
I got up from bed and peeped through my window again. The house was quiet now, lights dim, a gentle breeze swaying the trees between our fences. For a moment, I imagined what it'd be like if we were friends. Not him and Cody. Him and me.
We'd talk by the window, maybe he'd even sneak over just to see me. We'd argue over music, laugh over jokes… and maybe he'd apologize for calling me names.
Ugh. Snap out of it, Sawyer.
This is real life, not one of those teenage fantasy stories.
Still, I knew something had sparked. And even if he didn't feel it or didn't want to I couldn't stop this strange pull I felt toward him.
Tomorrow, I'll pretend like nothing happened. I'll focus on settling into school, exploring the neighborhood, and maybe… just maybe… I'll see him again.
And when I do, I'll look him in the eye—and I won't be the girl who got crushed by a few mean words.