Dylan 8

HAILEY POV

I grin internally as I watch Captian Douche appear bashful. His ears are slightly red from me saying I would try to attend his game. Over the past few weeks there has been a huge change in Dylan. He sits with different people at lunch, he doesn't leave lunch early with random girls, he comes to youth class, I even saw him sitting with his family during sermon, and he comes to art everyday. 

I don't know what his grandparents are feeding him but they need to keep at it. Curt and Colt have been watching him like hawks, reporting all his changes to his parents. I smile at his ignorance, I have attended all his games. Curt always picks Leena and I up and drops us off. For some reason I am starting to look at the burly ex badboy in a new light. 

Everytime I see him, I catch him looking at me. Typically with innocent eyes but sometimes they have a flicker of lust in them. Which to be honest, scares and excites me. I don't have any intention of bei