** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

"Hi! My name is Tyler and this is the story of a good girl and a good boy..." *slap* "Ow! What was that for?!" "For making a mistake in MY story, do it again" "Fine! This is a story about a good girl and a bad boy..." *slap* "Are you kidding me?!" "No, try again" "THIS STORY IS ABOUT A BAD GIRL THAT LIKES TO SLAP ME AND A GOOD BOY..." *slap* "Unbelievable" "I'm waiting..." "Hello there, this story is about a bad girl and a bad boy, it's really interesting and if you don't read it I get slapped, so please be kind and read it" "It wasn't that hard, was it?" "Go to hell... Not you, you stay here and read!"