Quinn's POV
I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips.
It was ironic, really. Here I was, the new girl in a completely unfamiliar town, just having been kissed for the second time today by this beautiful girl who I'd never met before, and she was nervous because I'm pretty.
"You think so?" I asked.
I knew I was pretty. Hell, I'd worked my ass off (quite literally) to be pretty. Everyone had told me that I was pretty, but for some reason I couldn't quite figure out, I was suddenly unsure.
Spencer looked up at me, surprised.
"Don't you know you're beautiful?" she asked.
It sounded like she was honestly shocked that I would question it. Then again, if Rachel or someone back in Lima had said "You're really pretty" to me, I probably would have laughed and said "I know."
"I…I am?" I said, before I'd even realized what I was saying.
I didn't understand why I was doubting it now, but I was.
Then again, this was Rosewood, not Lima. In Lima, I was definitely one of the prettiest girls in the school, the prettiest girl in the school, with not much competition for the title. But this was Rosewood. And it seemed that pretty much everything in Rosewood was beautiful. The boys, the girls, the town, the houses. It was almost stepford.
"You are," Spencer said, "breathtaking."
I could feel my jaw dropping, but there was no stopping it. I wondered what it was about Spencer that seemed to evoke unusual responses from me. Normally, something like that was a normal occurrence, not something that would shock me in any way, but yet, now it did.
After a few moments of silence, I remembered what I had really wanted to know.
"Is that why you wanted to kiss me?" I asked.
A slight blush appeared on Spencer's cheek. "I, uh, it was probably part of it," she admitted.
"Why did you want to kiss me?" I asked, really needing to know the answer.
Spencer's brow furrowed, and she looked ridiculously adorable. She seemed like she was thinking.
"I…I don't know," she said. From what I could tell, she was being truthful; she really didn't know why she had wanted to kiss me. That probably would have bothered me if she didn't seem so frustrated at not knowing. It was like she wanted to know why just as much as I did. "I just wanted to."
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