Even without the pressure from his parents, Robert Jameson (although he prefers to be known as Bobby) is beyond clever. The problem is, brains don't earn you friends. And when you're surrounded by boys who care about the things you know nothing about and girls who wouldn't be seen dead with someone so uncool, you tend to spend a lot of time either alone or being bullied. Angel Reeds is the worst behaved student in the school. Constantly getting into fights, talking back to teachers and not doing homework, she's far from being aptly named. But when you've got brains like Bobby has, you notice things. And he's noticed things about Angel. She never smokes. She never drinks. She never does drugs. And every other typical bad boy or girl in their school is obsessed with them. And she tries in school other than with homework - she and Bobby are both in the top class of their year. So Bobby can't help but think there's more to her. Well, when Angel rescues him from a bully and declares herself his personal bodyguard (for some strange reason) Bobby figures this is his chance to find out.

"Hey, Rose. If you go in your room by yourself, in the dark, the monsters will come get you." Lilia blurts, smiling like a witch. "Why did you tell me that? Now I'm freaked in my own dang house." "Then go to Taehyung and he can protect you if any killer comes and wants to stab you to death." Jimin says and points to the man who was widening his eyes at them. "A-A killer?" Taehyung stammers. "Rose, hurry and sit down already. Such a drama queen, you! The movie is still going." Lilia scolds and motions me to get out of the way. I glared at her and Jimin. I know what they're trying to pull. They're trying to embarass me. Lilia's trying to get back at me for shipping her and Jimin. Well played. I mean, I don't hate Taehyung anymore, but I'm an awkward lady with an amazing ability to make something or someone awkward too. I looked to Taehyung and he gave me an innocent smile. He scooted to the side and waved me over, trying to make me feel welcomed. My body heats up as I sat down next to him. The couch was fairly small, so we were quite close. Not too uncomfortably close, but our arms were touching. The fluffy blanket that was thrown on top of us was the one thing that made me scoot closer to him to the point where it looked like we were cuddling. Oh, it's awkward. It's awkward, it's awkward, it's awkward. Start: 8/27/15 End: 3/11/16