Idiot

Prologue

  Kylie was in the seventh grade when Evan moved into town. She didn't think anything of it. She had a few friends already and so she wasn't particularly determined to meet him. But when he walked into Mrs. Wood's classroom and saw her sitting in the middle of the room, his eyes lit up and his heart started pounding in his ears. Her big, green eyes, her curly, blonde hair and her smooth, porcelain skin took his breath away and made him light headed.
  The only empty seat was behind the person to Kylie's right and Evan gladly took it. He reached forward and poked Kylie's shoulder with the eraser end of his new mechanical pencil.
  She looked back at him with a furrowed brow.
  "Will you be my girlfriend?" he whispered so Mrs. Wood wouldn't hear.
  "What? No," she said like he knew she would. "I don't even know you."
  "I'm Evan Mitchell, will you be my girlfriend?" he tried again.
  "I'm Kylie Hartman," she said, "and no."
  All through class Evan poked at Kylie, complimenting her, asking her out, doing anything just so he could hear her voice again.
  Finally, she turned and said, "My dad is the superintendent, I could get you in trouble."
  "Then would you be my girlfriend?" he asked.
  "No!"
  Evan never did give up. Not that day, or any day for the next four years.
  During those few years, Kylie realized how reckless Evan was. He got lots of detentions for things she thought only happened in movies. Knocking over the trophy cabinet, starting a fire in the chemistry lab, one time in the eighth grade, he and his two best friends, Jake and Ryan ran in the front doors, pulling Evan--who was wearing his mother's roller blades--by two jump ropes, until he veered off and hit the lockers. One of the roller blades flew off and fractured a cheerleader's knee. He got suspended for a week.
  Evan decided during these four years that he loved Kylie.
  Kylie decided during these four years that Evan was an idiot.