The Loverboy

Him *Rowan's POV*

'There's this boy. He's a complete jerk. He has dirty blonde hair like mine, but his is curly and messy. He has a weird arrow tattoo on his arm.He has sparkling hazel eyes. His tan skin and tallness really turns me on. I think I fell in love with his looks. There's just one problem. I can tell he likes me. I would never date him. He's the biggest bad boy in school. He beats kids up, skips class, and has a filthy mind. I've convinced myself that I hate him. I hate him.'

This was wrote in today's diary entry. I closed my diary and hid it back in my desk. I should probaly introduce myself. My name is Rowan Hallie Evans. I am eighteen years old, and I live in Sydney Australia with my parents and my younger brother Tyler, and our dog Max.

I wont deny it. I am a huge good girl. Apparently I am known as the biggest good girl in school. I haven't quite figured out if that's a good or bad thing.

I guess people think I'm pretty. Guys always seem to flirt with me. The only sad thing is, all of the cute guys are total meatheads, or jerks. And of course, there's the guy I just wrote about in my diary. Ashton.

Just saying his name makes me feel guilty. He's the biggest bad boy in school. Honestly, he just seems more like a bully that all the girls have a crush on. I don't understand why anybody would want to date someone like him.

He is one of the many losers to flirt with me. I used to think he was cute, but now I've changed his mind. I see him walk down the hall and I feel utter disgust.

Socially, I'm doing great. I've been best friends with Mia Ross since I was ten years old, and we're super close. I'm also super close with this guy named Luke Hemmings. He's in a grade below me, but he seems like an older brother to me. He's so sweet and caring.

He hangs out with these two weirdos named Calum and Michael. They seem alright. He doesn't introduce me to many of his friends, saying I wouldn't like them very much. I'll take his word for it. I've never really ranted on about this Ashton to him. He's understanding, but he wouldn't like listening to me complain about some boy.