PUSHING FOR PERFECT *ON HOLD FOR NOW*

Chapter 2

                                           T.J POV

I was deep in thought and threw my books into my book bag, put on my black knuckle skin gloves, with little silver spikes over the knuckles, warning anyone that if you get punched in the face with these, you'll have 50% chance of getting permanent face damage. That's why I didn't get that much teased by the girls. They knew that I was dangerous.

I shut my locker and almost jump from what I saw. There he stood, Jake Reynolds, the schools star quarterback, loved by everyone in school, guys want to be him and girls want to be with him, and he is know for being the best heartbreaker/player that ever lived. AND unfortunately, still does live ...

"What do you want, Jake?" I said, showing how annoyed I am with him.

I never liked Jake. Probably never will. He didn't like me either.

It started in kindergarden, I was never a princess and played with dolls like the rest of the girls.

I liked to play with the race cars and robots and other fun stuff that you see the most guys play with.

Then when I was so innocently one day, playing with my teddy bear, and I know it's childish playing with a teddy bear, but then Jake came up behind me and pulled my hair!

Instead of starting to cry like any other girl would do, I stood up and punched him in the face! He fell to the ground, his nose started bleeding. I looked down at him, trying not to smile.

But then it happened. He wiped his bleeding nose with the back of his hand, and then he saw the blood on his hand. He just stared at it, and I couldn't help but frown. I remember thinking: Why was he starring at his own blood like that?

Then he looked up at me, and he smiled. He actually smiled! I remember being so shocked that I just froze, and stared at him. I didn't even notice the teacher, who had been on the phone during the time that all of this happened, came running from inside and pulled him up and yelled then she turned around and yelled at me.

I didn't even hear a single word she yelled at me, I just remember her wagging her finger in my face and her mouth just opening and closing, forming when she is yelling different words.