The Kind of Girl People Read Books About

"You're the kind of girl people read books about."

"I don't want to be that girl." I said shakily, taking a step back. He looked confused.

"Why not?" He asked me stepping forward.

"Because that means I fall in love with... some boy and I don't want that. I don't want to lose myself because of some silly feeling." I choked out stepping back again only to meet the wall.

"Some boy? Babe, it's usually not just some boy." He said smirking surrounding me. There was no way out now, he had me trapped. He was closing in, his target, my lips. I licked them self-consciously while staring into his eyes looking for an escape, any weak points.

 "I- I don't care who it is, I won't fall for them." I said stubbornly pursing my lips, he chuckled. It seemed evil, sinister even, like I was he prey and he was going to devour every bit of me until nothing was left. I could see his eyes darkening as time went on, giving him for time to plan what he was going to do to me, my breathing sounded louder, as if I was out of breath.

"Oh, you'll fall sweetheart." He said moving closer, out breath mingled now, our lips almost touching.

"No." I said gaining a bit of control of myself, "You'll fall." I said grinning evilly, he looked confused.

"Wha-?" I cut him off with my knee to his groin watching as he went down. I stepped over him, smiling to myself. "Very funny sweetheart." He said still on the ground.

"For the record, I am not a sweetheart."