CHAPTER 9 Am I Cute?

　　Evan

　　I drove her back to our neighborhood and parked the car. She wasn't crying anymore, but she had a grim expression on her face. The whole thing must've upset her deeply. I wished I had beaten that loser's ass.

　　"You didn't have to scare him like that," she said quietly after a while.

　　"What, are you still worried about that bastard? Forget about him. He is an asshole for picking some rando chick over you," I said irritably.

　　"I don't blame him. Megan is a lot prettier than me, and she doesn't look like a dork with glasses," she said and looked away.

　　"Megan is a bimbo," I said matter of factly.

　　"You don't even know what she looks like! She is really pretty," she said.

　　"Are you trying to date Brent or Megan?" I smirked.

　　"Neither," she sighed. "I don't want to date Brent anymore," she whispered. "Or anyone else. I'm done with boys for now."