You First

If she looks at you, you are lucky.
If she talks to you, you are a freak of nature.
If she hangs out with you, you must not be human.

You want to break down her resolve? Show her why she should care. You want her to open up to you? you first.

A story in which a stoic teen her feisty best friend and a new guy just can't seem to stay out of trouble.

"Get back to work Nix, there is no need to stand there with your mouth wide open like that," Perri scoffed and Nixon quickly cleared his throat before getting back to the tables.

They worked in silence for around two minutes before Perri could no longer fight the urge to say something.

"This is evil! Who the heck got this milk all over the floor?!" The plum haired girl looked so frustrated and Nixon rolled his eyes, "that was you dipstick."

"Oh yeah," Perri looked away with a sheepish look on her face and Nixon couldn't help but snicker, "idiot."

"Excuse me, sir, are you laughing at me?" Nixon could see the steam coming out of her ears and made the smart decision to begin running right as she decided to chase him. In the short time that Nixon risked his life to look over his shoulder, he saw the elusive girl cross one of her long legs over the other. Something about the look in her cold eyes sent a chill up his spine.

"Get back here dickweed!" Nixon snapped out of his trance only to remember that his life was at stake and he continued running through the school, dodging the discarded banana peels because he would never do something as comical as slipping on them.

BANG

'Oh yeah, there is a wall there,' were Nixon's last thoughts before his vision started to get splotchy and he fell onto the sticky, rarely cleaned floor.