A One in a Million Chance

Once upon a place known as Potomac, Maryland there lived a boy and a girl.

The boy's name is Archer Robinson, and to be frank, he is a jerk. He is the sterotypical popular quarterback, cocky and arrogant and all that shit. And of course, the biggest player at Churchill High.

Archer is gorgeous, no one can deny that. He is 6'0 and has dirty blonde thick and wavy short hair, tan skin, a to-die-for 6 pack, even straight white teeth. But Archer's main lady catcher is his eyes, for sure. He has bright butterscotch eyes that darken sometimes to a deep gold. Wonderfully delicious.

The girl's name was Angelica Reynolds, and no, she is not some shy goody saint nor a badass boss bitch. She has spunk and sass, and can defend herself, but she goes to school, gets good grades. Even has friends! But she, unlike every other girl at her hell ho- school I mean, has no affection for Archer. In fact, she has quite the grudge against him and thinks he is an irritating jockhead.

Angelica too was beautiful, but since she isn't on the cheerleader squad or really any team, no one notices. She has long dark brown wavy hair and when she has no contacts on, black thick glasses. Angelica has little pink full lips and jade green eyes. She is 5'4 and slim, but toned. In a word, lovely.

Their story is a story of chances trust and pixie dust! No I'm just joking. Chances, trust, and a little bit of sarcasm along the way.