Other girls, though, didn't seem to have this problem, and because of it, dating Will turned out to be a full-time job, even for a girl as hardworking as Sophie. At any rate, I did my best to avoid him, although it wasn't always possible. I sounded stupid, like a little girl trying too hard to impress. And when I did, Will would just keep his eyes level, no expression on his face, as I floundered on endlessly before finally sputtering to a stop. Usually I attempted to make up for my uneasiness by talking too much or too loudly, or both.
Instead, he came off as standoffish, as well as eerily intense, and whenever I found myself having to make conversation with him-in the car, when Sophie ran in to pay for gas, or at parties, when we both were looking for her-I felt nervous, entirely too aware of how he stared at me or let long silences fall between us.Įven worse, it was like he knew he unsettled me, almost as if he liked it. But he was also hard to read, the kind of guy who is just attractive enough that a warm personality is almost required to make him approachable. Will was good-looking and incredibly popular. While Sophie claimed that Will was sweet and funny and hot and smart (as well as a million other adjectives) none of these things really came to mind whenever I found myself face-to-face with him. Despite all her bragging and talk, he was her first, and from then on, he was all she cared about.įor me, though, it was difficult to see the appeal. So that night, I sat at home, and Sophie went to Bendo to see the band, after which, I heard later, she went back to the A-Frame and slept with Will.
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