Brooke’s POV
The first time I saw him was at a park.
I was a mess, hair flying everywhere, ratty old jeans, band t-shirt. I was still that awkward girl from middle school, not yet beautiful or desirable. Guys never really noticed me.
That was why it was so strange to me that the guy on the bench was watching me.
I had my headphones in, and I was listening to one of those really random Motion City Soundrack songs that had nothing to do with anything and fit the mood of swinging at a park perfectly, and I didn’t really want to be distracted, but there was something interesting about him. I was alone—Kate was on a field trip (I tried not to think about the fact that she had no friends at her school), and as usual, my family was my family, absent and incommunicado. Then again, Alex and I w
