#Chapter24 Why me?
Date?
Date......
Date?!
The words replayed in my mind like a broken tape recorder. Date?! I don't understand, why would he want to go on a date with me? With me of all people?! He could have any girl he wants, hell, if he decided he was gay, he could have any guy he wants. He's adorable, cute, pretty funny, childish sometimes, and sometimes sweet; he could protect you when you need it because somehow this motherfucker has some good ass timing.
He has everything you could look for in a guy, so why me? Why did he bring me on a date? I don't get it. What do I have, a quality that I possess for him to like me? No, just because we are on a date, that doesn't mean he likes me. That's right, how can he like me if I have only insulted him. I have never presented him with some act of kindness whatsoever; so that means he wouldn't like me, right? It's just, how would someone like you, if you don't even like yourself.