Okay, I get a lot of people, actually everyone hates Bryce. But I've never seen an actual one for Bryce, so I'm going to be a first. Skip this If you don't like Bryce and DO NOT HATE ON ME!

Bryce's Pov

There she is, the most beautiful girl in the school, and my friend I haven't talked to since sixth grade. So I guess she isn't really a friend anymore. I'm still attracted to her, after all these years. And it's only gotten worse. She never would want to talk to me after what happened with Jessica and Hannah. I know she knows it's true, and I know she wasn't happy. But Y/N, I feel like with her I could go back to who I used to be before all this.

I'm lucky I'm even in Liberty, but it took a lot of money to keep me here. She stops at her locker that's across the hall from mine now. Coincidence? I think not. It takes a few minutes but once she's gone I go over to her locker and slip a note inside, now all to do is wait after school.

{Time skip}

After school I wait by the old park we used to go to as kids. Hopefully she comes. She doesn't even know who left her the note. I sit on one of the swings and rock back and forth on it, gently smiling to myself as memories come back to me. For once I don't feel so heavy.

"Who knew it'd be Bryce Walker." Her voice calls me like an old ringtone. I look up and she's there, almost with a smirk on her face. "So what'd you want from me after so long? Another girl to rape?" She sits on the swing next to me and I can't help but kind of stare at her. God I've missed her

"No. I'm trying to change I promise. I'm surprised you didn't leave the moment that you realized it was me."

"I'm surprised too. But the fact that you wanted to meet here, and did a note instead of anonymous text makes it seem somewhat trustworthy." She doesn't make eye contact once and I feel guilt. For everything. Right in that moment in time. She can't even look at me. I should be ashamed.

"Look, I'm sorry. For ignoring you all this time, not being the person I should've. Just, changing for the worse."

"It shouldn't be me you apologize to. It should be yourself." I look up at her when I notice her get up and walk over to the slide and sit on it. "Why though Bryce? You were so... desirable I guess. I Liked you I think. And now your just a douchy rich boy."

"I know. And I want to change. Go back to the way I was. And I need you for that."

"Me?"

"You were an important part of the person I used to be. And I want you in my life, If you'll take me back." She Finally looks at me and there's sadness, sympathy, anger, and shock in her eyes.

"What do you mean by that Bryce?" I can tell she's hinting at the fact she knows exactly what I meant.

"Would you.." I never choke up on my words. But I'm afraid I'll be rejected for once. Because I know her, and she can be very unforgiving.

"I don't know Bryce... I want to trust you, but knowing what you've done..." I walk over to her and I take her by surprise when I lean over her and Kiss her. I've been waiting to do that for forever, and I never realized how much I wanted to until this moment. I place my hand on the crook of her neck and pull away.

"Trust me, Y/N. Please." I give her a soft look and she looks at me weary. Debating her next move. And her next move, She pulled me in for a kiss. It was passionate and full of love. The love I was missing. I pushed her back against the slide, but I wasn't rough. I was sure to be gentle with her. So I wouldn't scare her. She leaned back without breaking the kiss. Which faded to more. But we never had sex that night. She didn't even talk to me the day after.