Beautiful Disaster

« It doesn't matter how hard I try. You're going to hate me when it's all said and done. »

« First of all … I have standards. I've never been with an ugly woman. Ever. Second of all, I wanted to sleep with you. I thought about throwing you over my couch fifty different ways, but I haven't because I don't see you that way anymore. It's not that I'm not attracted to you, I just think you're better than that. »
I couldn't hold back the smug smile that crept across my face. « You think I'm too good for you. »

« I don't mind being friends, but that doesn't mean you have to try to get in my panties every five seconds. »
« You're not sleeping with me. I get it. You have my word. I won't even think about your panties... unless you want me to. »

« I don't say you're a bad person. I just don't like being a foregone conclusion for the sole reason of having a vagina. »

« So what's your story Pidge ? Are you a man-hater in general, or do you just hate me ? »
« I think it's just you. » I grumbled.

I didn't know how most girls felt around him, but I'd seen how they behaved. I was experiencing more of a disoriented, nauseated feeling than giggly infatuation, and the harder he worked to make me smile, the more unsettled I felt.

The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.

- "You're not her type."
- "I'm everyone's type !"

I didn't like the way it made me feel when he was so close. I didn't want to be like the scores of other girls at Easter, that blused in his presence. I didn't want him to affect me in that way at all.

Travis smiled at me in what I assumed was his most charming expression. He oozed sex and rebelliousness with his buzzed brown hair and tattooed forearms, and I rolled my eyes at his attempt to lure me in.