She sat down next to him.
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Chase smiled. "So why were you all by yourself earlier?" he asked
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She shrugged. "I mean, I don't really have anyone to spend it with...so..."
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He raised his eyebrows surprised. She was all the jocks talked about in the locker rooms. How pretty she was, how they wished she would go out with them. Chase had never really cared until now. She was more than just a pretty face. "Why not?" he asked.
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She laughed softly. "Well..I don't have a boyfriend. You know, everyone wants me just for my looks. I want someone who wants me for who I really am."
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"I know exactly how you feel." he whispered thinking about the dozen girls who wanted him for his abbs.
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She sighed. "You do?"
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"Unfortunatly, yes." he admited.
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Brooklyn shrugged. "Yeah...It's kind of dumb...if you're gonna love someone, do it because you really love them, not just because they look good."
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He laughed. "That's exactly what I think! I know everyone says this, but it matters more what's on the inside than on the outside."
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She smiled. "I know..."
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He didn't look at her as he spoke his next few words. "that's what makes you so different. You're much more than just a pretty face." he blushed madly, and without waiting to see her answer, got up and ran inside.
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"Wait!" Brooklyn said, standing up.
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He hesistated nervously. He was sure she wouldn't want to talk to him now...
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"Chase...please come ouy. I want to talk with you," Brooklyn said, hoping he would come out.
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Chase stepped outside. "Brooklyn....I'm sorry if I offended you."
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Brooklyn shook her head, beginning to smile. She took his hand. "Chase...you didn't offend me. I'm glad you said that, because I feel the same way about you."
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He smiled, his blush bright red. "Really?" he whispered hopefully.
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She nodded. "Really."
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He grinned. "Brooklyn....will you go out with me?"