I'm In Love With A Rebel

It Just Got Worse, Yet Better

"You should totally wear one again." Helen tried to convince me to continue wearing sexy underwear.
"I dunno, Helen, I just—" I tripped and fell on something. "Ugh..." wait a minute. This something was breathing. I looked at it, and saw my crush. I scrambled off him, spewing apologies. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just— sorry!" I got off the ground and ran away, giving one last glance to Mr. TDAH. I sat on a bench behind the school.
"Hey."
I looked up and saw him. I scooted away. I backed into the wall as he came closer. "Please don't hurt me."
"Hurt you? I wouldn't hurt anyone. Not on purpose, at least." He smiled, the left side of his mouth higher than the right.
I sighed inside my head and started playing with my necklace, trying not to get turned on. Course, never shiny been turned on before, I had no idea what it felt like.
"What's that you're holding?"
"My necklace. It has a—" I stared as he took the charms in his own hand, touching my fingers in the process. I bit my lip hard.
"It looks like a notebook and a pencil. Is that cause you wanna be a journalist when you graduate?"
"Yeah..." I barely responded. I took in all the smells. First, I noticed his cologne. It smelled ruggedly manly, but also sorta sweet, like a forest. Then I smelled his breath, minty freshness. Finally, I smelled his leather jacket. It smelled like, well, like leather, but also like him. I bit my lip harder, so hard I started tasting blood.
"I'm gonna be a musician," he still held my necklace. He dropped it as he said, "Hey, your lip's bleeding."
I touched my lip and looked at my finger. It was definitely bleeding.
"I can fix that."
"Mmm..." Don't don't don't— agh! Too late. I've lost all traces of logical thoughts.
He was about to touch my lip.
"No!!" I looked at him, he looked surprised. "I mean... I'm okay."
"Are you sure you're okay, Becky?"
"Yeah..." I said dreamily. "Becky?" He knew my name. "You know my name?" I sucked on my lower lip, swallowing the blood.
"After What Casey did, everybody knows your name. They're calling you 'Bare Becky'."
"Oh..." I put my hand on my head.
"But not me. I don't call people names to hurt them. I'll call you Becky, and you can call me Jesse."
"Jesse?" I barely muttered. You could only here the 'j' and the 'se'.
"Yeah. Jesse Katsopolis." He smiled and held out his hand.
I was wary; all of a sudden I remembered something about him—he's a tramp.
"Oh, come on. I don't bite."
I looked at his smile and slowly held my hand out. We were so close, and then
"There you are, Becky!" Helen grabbed my extended hand. "We gotta go study."
"But- I-he- Jess-" I desperately tried to voice my complaint as I kept looking back at Jesse.