Maybe You

These days I’m a I keep to myself, keep busy, and keep my head down.

Until him.

Sutton Holland. Annoying, arrogant, spoiled man-child extraordinaire.

And he’s not even trying to hide any of it.

He says he’s shallow.

That he’s blunt to the point of offensive.

That I shouldn’t like him.

So I don’t.

At first.

But then I accidentally get to know him.

And the more I see, the more I start to suspect that maybe he’s not so arrogant, spoiled, and shallow after all.

That maybe he’s just a really good liar.

And that maybe—maybe—he’s everything I never knew I was looking for.