How Pizza Saved My Love Life

2."Dickhead"

"Would you turn down the volume a bit?" I roll my eyes at Joe and reach for the volume button but he catches my wrist in his hand quickly.

"No. Live a little, Aubrey," he flashes me a goofy smile and I let out a long sigh. The music was really loud and I hated to be the center of attention in any way possible. We come to a red light and I turn my head to look out the window.

"Would you look at that," a familiar evil voice starts. "If it isn't the loser and Mr. Popular." I can literally feel the heat rising to my face and my fists balling unintentionally.

Jordan Lawrence. School's best football player. Gorgeously gorgeous hair and eyes and jaw and abs and everything you could ever name. Also, biggest fuckboy/ player in the galaxy. Mean, superficial, arrogant, and incredibly unfriendly.

This gorgeous piece of shit had been picking on me ever since freshman year. It all started in the cafeteria on the first day of high school.

*Flashback*

The cafeteria is so big and crowded and I can't find a place to put my trey and eat. There were so many groups of teens that I couldn't decide which one I could sit with.

I give up and decide I'm gonna eat in the bathroom stall, the easiest choice.

I turn around and my trey collapses with something tall and fit.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

All I can see is abs. I see a wet white t-shirt that is now almost see through since my entire bottle of juice is spilled on it. I stand still with my mouth open, not wanting to actually meet the guy in the eye.

"What the actual fuck?!" A deep voice suddenly yells and I still keep my head down. "Are you fucking blind or something?" He keeps on yelling and I finally muster up the courage to see his face.

WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE GORGEOUS?

I stare at him for a minute, dumbfounded by, both, his beauty and the situation.

Suddenly, I surprise myself by running out of the cafeteria, crying. I literally RUN from him and I can almost hear him laugh with his friends. I can feel all eyes on me but I don't stop until I'm out of this place.

"Oh my god." I whisper to myself and bury my face in my hands.

*flashback finished*

"Oh lord," I roll my eyes for what seems like the thousandth time today.

"What love? You're not happy to see me? I must say this is a great coincidence! Or were you two following me since little Aubrey right here is obsessed with me?" Jordan says through his window and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Why the hell would I be obsessed with you?" I spit out the words in hatred.

"It's true. That stunt you pulled at me in freshman year to talk to me didn't work babe. You're gonna have to try harder than spilling strawberry juice all over my abs," he winks at me and I desperately wish the green light would go off already.

"Listen, dickhead," I start courageously, "first of all, it was lemon juice. Second of all, if you won't grow up already and get over yourself, I'm gonna slaughter your tiny little buddy down there and all that ego will be gone in a minute," I finish, raising my middle finger at him.