I don't know what I saw in him. Okay, that's a lie. I knew exactly what I saw in him. Bad boy, soft side, athletic, smart, decent looking, just to name a few. A blend of people, personalities. That's what she liked to call him. A blend. Like a mocha but with extra espresso and that weird powder stuff they put on around Christmas time. She always thought he had something she wanted, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Whatever it was, she had to figure it out, and soon. She wasn't letting herself make that big of s mistake again. The jock? Really? What was I thinking.
