The Jerk

I was startled to have my book ripped out of my hand, an assumed delinquent hiding his head behind it as out school cop walks by, clearly looking around. That was my first introduction to Tate Hughes, the devilishly attractive boy all too sure of himself. Tate is a jerk and he knows it, his cocky smirk not faltering at any intended insult I could throw. I hate him, I do. I just hated him a little less after the first time he kissed me.