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I actually think I love him.

I know everybody else hates Duncan; Kitty, Rouge, Scott, oh god Scott. He was the worst of all. All they saw was a jerk, an egotistical jerk. And I mean for the most part they were right, at least the most part of the school day. I know it's not right the way he treats them, they're my best-friends after all. Endlessly I'll scold him about it because I really do wish he would be better to them but I just can't bring myself to leave him.

I can't tell you how many times I've been asked the same question: "Why would you ever want to date a jackass like him?" I would just shrug and change the subject or just walk away all together. They would see that as weakness, some great character flaw. The perfect princess Jean Grey wants to be popular so bad she'll do anything to get it and keep it. Including date complete scum.

The thing is they're right and wrong at the same time. Wrong because I don't give a shit about being popular. I go to school and I act the way I want. I'm comfortable in my own skin and they all know it. If I were considered the biggest loser in the school I would still be this exact same version of myself.

They gave me that title; they named me popular, not me.

But they're right because I would never ever want to date such an impious pompous jerk. You think I would have willingly gone out with him if he really was the guy that you all saw? No, never. I'm dating him because I know him. And my Duncan, my Duncan wows me. He sweeps me off my feet, he's made my head spin since the very first time we went out on a date.

He only took me out for pizza at the pier but he could've taken me out for street vendor hotdogs and it wouldn't have mattered. What mattered was the way he acted. He was a complete prince. Duncan listened intently to every word I said and we talked for hours. Walking around hand in hand he told me things that he would never tell anyone else.

He let his guard down and let me in and I loved that. He was cute, pitiful, and kind of lame even and altogether it made to be the most adorable date I had ever been on.

You see Duncan's kind of insecure.

He's completely aware of how everyone perceives him. The jock. The captain of the football team. The stud. It's his identity. It's molded him. And while he's at that high school he feels like he has to live up to that. And I stand next to him as he puts on this façade. My hand wrapped around his elbow, my legs crossed and touching his I even play into it. I don't give him too much grief about it most days.

I do after all know what it's like to hide from the prying eyes of the world.

To be afraid of what they would do to you if they knew just how different you really are.

Duncan had always been there for me and by no means am I saying our relationship is perfect. We have our fights. He has his moods and I have mind. But at the end of the day when I'm tired of fighting and hiding, I know the arms that I can fall into are his. And he knows that the only girl he'll ever truly be able to be himself around is me.

And I know you all don't like him, I know you all hate him. But you know what?

Tough.

I guess that's why you're not dating him.