K is for Kind.

She was only being kind.

She was being a friend.

And he had mistaken that for something more. In all honestly, he had hoped that there was something more.

Marissa Cooper was a perfect girl. She was sweet, kind, and an absolute train wreck. She was so completely imperfect that it made her perfect. It made her real. It made her, in her world of fancy cars, designed brands, and beautiful people, easy for him to relate to. It made her real. She was unbelievable beautiful, and part of her beauty was her imperfections.

But she was kind. She was the nicest person he had ever known; the only friend aside from Chili to truly care for him.

And he had to admit, she was a hell of a lot better looking then Chili.

She was so far out of his league that he knew it was impossible for her to feel the same way he did. A part of him hoped, whished, even prayed, that one day she would return his feelings.

But for right now, she was only being kind.

And he knew that.