She buckled her seat belt and for the first time in a very long time, she had no idea what to say. Her hands rested clasped in her lap as she contemplated their current situation.
Sure, she couldn't stand this man. And yes, he was still very very cocky. However, she couldn't seem to ignore the fact that he seemed to be a lot more mature in other ways. He was obviously showing her some courtesy, annoying as it may be. At least he was trying. Maybe in about two hundred years he would make up for being such an ass in high school.
Booth glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She was deep in thought. A smile tugged at his lips.
There had been something about her in school that had made him want to get to know her. He realized that he hadn't done a very good job of it, and was now feeling the pang of regret. She hadn't deserved the cruel treatment he had shown her. Although…he did offer her a ride to school. At least he'd done something right, even if she hadn't accepted it.
He tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel at a red light. "Sorry about back then." He offered humbly.
Her head snapped around to look at him, and she was silent for a couple seconds. "Why were you so mean?" She asked, trying not to sound like a fifteen year old girl all over again. She failed miserably.
He glanced at her and then continued watching the road. "I didn't know how else to be. I fell into yet another statistic as being just another big bad jock."
"Why did you try to be nice sometimes? I don't understand." She crossed her arms. "Your signals were very confusing."
He smiled slightly. "You intrigued me."
There it was again…The look of confusion. How could she be confused so often with a brain like hers?
"Why?" She asked simply.
He stopped at a red light and tilted his head to the side slightly, staring at the road in front of him. "You were the kind of person I wanted to be, but I could never grasp it." He looked at her. "I admired you."