“Some of us know that looks aren't everything, Con Man." Because that's what he was--- a perfect con, tricking others into believing he should be adored. "Beauty fades, and the ugliness inside you will eventually show."
He straightened then, looming over me with a sneer. "I suppose you're one those people who sees past beauty and only loves someone for their personality?"
I felt the setup. I just didn't know where it was going or how to avoid it. I thrust my chin high and played it cool. "I am."
He nodded as if confirming something only he knew before leaning in close. When most boys back then smelled of an overabundance of supermarket body spray, Macon smelled of cedar soap and do-me pheromones. "Tell me, Tater Tot, is it a beautiful soul you're looking at when you moon over the half-naked-firefighters calendar you have pinned in your room?"
All the blood rushed from my face, leaving painful prickles in its wake.
Macon's smile was cutting. "I don't believe for a second that you like Hayes for his riveting personality. You act all high and mighty while you're as susceptible to good looks as the rest of us. At least I have the guts to admit it.”