He chuckled then said, "What makes you think I'll like you?" "Well, aside from being an amazing person, I am also drop dead gorgeous. What's not to like?" I flipped my hair for a dramatic effect and laughed. He laughed at this and shook his head. "Don't be so full of yourself, Princess. You're not my type." "You aren't mine either!" I replied and stuck my tongue out. "Real mature, Princess. Real mature." He grinned then gave me his perfect smile. I think my heart skipped a beat for a good 3 seconds. This can't be good. I'm a mess, I'm vulnerable, I'm too complicated. This cannot be happening.

ranting//banting emotional wreck makes an attempt to write out her intuitions and ambitions. (warning: i'm not the best writer)

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.