Cliché Love

Cliché Asshole

A/N

This is a continuation of the flashback so yeah...

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Kate's POV

I was sitting in A.P. Literature, counting down the seconds. You would think that on the last week of school, they would be taking it easy on us. The didn't. They gave this huge lecture on how literature has been so important in the entire twelve years of education. They talked about how useful it would be in college, blah, blah, blah. Now looking back, I know that they were right.

Ding

'Ah, the bell.' I thought.

It was 5th period and I was so ready for lunch. I put my things in my locker and started walking to the dining hall.

"Hey babe." A male voice said. I turned around and Rob McGlale was standing there. He was gorgeous. Long, black hair that was swept to the side. He was wearing dark jeans and a fitted navy shirt. He could make any girl fall to his feet, I'll give him that credit. But deep down, under those deep brown eyes of his, he was a total douchebag.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"You." He says smug.

"Get out of my face." I say sternly

"A lot of girls would love to be in your position right now."

"Get out of my face, I repeat. Get out of my face before I punch you in your mouth." I threaten

"Come on, babe. Don't be like that."

"Don't call me that."

"Sweetheart, hot ass, bit-" Before he could finish I threw my fist to his face, but he grabbed my hand before it touched his delicate face.

"I love a feisty girl."

"Leave. Me. Alone." I was getting mad.

"I'll propose a deal." He says

"What?" I ask impatiently

"You let me take you in a date and allow me to kiss you, and Ill leave you alone."

"What makes you think I'll say yes?"

"Because if you don't, I'll just go to Harvard with you. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" Six years of Rob McGlale... No thank you.

"Wh-what? But you got accepted into BC, BU, NYU, UCLA, and a bunch if colleges." I say

"Harvard gave me a huge scholarship and I could just take it. I know how much you dreamed of getting into Harvard. Now you and I can be together in Harvard. Unless of course, you go on a date with me. Then I'll stop harassing you and go to BU." Oh that smug bastard.

"Why do you even bother with me? Why don't you just hang out with your little fan girls?"

"Because I like you. Honest. Let me take you out and show you how I'm not the douchebag that you think I am."

"Why do you like me?" I ask

"You're kidding right?" He responds

Allow me to explain. I am a 5'10" girl. I'm on a swim team so I guess I was pretty lean. I have straight brown hair and brown eyes. I guess I am smart and funny. I'm pretty social. I am the valedictorian for the class of 2009. So I guess I am the "ideal girl", but I don't believe that bullshit. If I was the ideal girl, my ex boyfriend wouldn't have cheated on me.