I never particularly liked girls, but in high school some were after me, few had confessed their feelings, it made me feel good, but I never really cared about them, never bothered to reciprocate their feelings. If you ask around now, I guess some people from school would still recall me as being a real dick, others might remember me as just a weird quiet guy, lost in his own world, and that’s because they didn’t know better.
I guess that’s just a part of me, and it’s somewhat dark, so ofcourse I don’t usually bring it up.
There was this one girl in my class, I don’t even remember particularly liking her, who used to sit beside me in my class. I remember her being very accommodating of me. I knew she liked me, even though I had no feelings for her whatsoever.
This all happened over a course of few weeks.