DINGER'S POV
"Dude I'm telling you he gave me a months detention", I said throwing all my anger towards Bobby as we sat back to back on a wall.
"For saying crap? Shit man, you're in deep", Bobby laughed at my misfortune.
My eyes widened as I seen her.
Y/N.
"Dude, dude, that's her", I exclaimed tapping Bobby's arm furiously.
Bobby whistled silently as he watched her walk past. Even though I knew he was only checking her out, it still made me angry. Is this what love feels like?
Her camouflage jacket swung around her shoulder it didn't even budge as she walked gracefully in DM's. Her tight black shirt accentuating her breasts made me gulp and her jeans showed off her ass perfectly.
"What the fuck are you still doing here man, go talk to her!", Bobby said shoving me off the wall making me land awkwardly on my broken leg.
"Hell no... she hates me man", I said my head lowering at the fact. There is nothing worse than the feeling of being hated by your crush. But I had to stay strong.
"No, she's just playing hard to get! Now you look fine, limp over there my friend!", he said raising his arms dramatically.
I smirked and rolled my eyes turning away using my walking stick and walked towards her. I finally reached her back and whispered into her ear making her jump a little almost losing balance.
"Woah Y/N I'd be careful if I was you, don't wanna end up with a leg like mine", I teased.
Y/N'S POV
"What do you want Dinger?", I sighed looking over at the attractive redhead beside me.
"I just wanted to tell you that you look great today, scratch that you look hot. You have a unique look I dig that", he said.Most probably sarcasm. He just wants to get in your pants, I had to keep telling myself that or I'd end up swooning.
I rolled my eyes.
"That's great now why don't you tell me why you're really here", I said stopping in my tracks and facing him. I raised my eyebrow as he struggled to look for an answer. He scratched the back of his head. Was Dinger Holfield actually nervous?
"I was just erm wondering if you wanted to hang out", he suggested suddenly regaining confidence afterwards.
He put his arm around me.
"You, me, passionate kissing, and Black dog playing on the stereo", he said in a dreamy voice.
"Maybe a little second base...", he trailed off huskily, his hand slowly moving to my chest.
I internally swooned but kept my tough expression. I laughed while scoffing, pushing his arm off me.
"Nice try Dinger but I ain't like any girl you've ever met. I don't just let anyone get in my pants especially creepy little fuckboys like you", I said crossing my arms and smirking at the flushed boy in front of me.
"No kidding", he mumbled but I pretended I didn't hear, save him from the embarrassment.
I opened my car door before turning to him again, he was already walking away his head hung low in defeat. I actually felt sorry for the guy. God.
"Pick me up at 6", I yelled, he turned around and smiled.
"Oh and just the first base!", I added pointing my finger.
"No promises!", he exclaimed teasingly.
He turned around smirking making my knees go weak. I mirrored his expression and got into the car looking back on a dancing Dinger.
I can't believe he actually thought I hated him.
Turns out we made it to the second base.
