Not Exactly Cliché

His voice was soft, but the whole cafeteria seemed to quiet as he looked down at me from the huge stage that was awkwardly placed in the quite small space, holding a bouquet of gorgeous deeply red roses.
"F-Felicia.." he sputtered, his face growing darker shades of pink each word he uttered.
"I.. r-really like you! Please go o-out with me! " and with that I did a double take. Literally. My mocha was spewed all over a couple of fake bimbos across from me. I gathered up my courage and slightly touched Patterson's hand. Standing up, although I was only a few feet from the stage, I took a breath.
"Romantic movies, " I started, annoyance in my voice heard before the actual words.
"they're movies, you know that, right? I'm not going to fall for you just because you acted like an idiot and displayed yourself like this. It's fiction for a reason. It's dumb and it won't ever happen. Now go sit down, you're making a fool of yourself."
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Everyone thinks from those dumb romantic clichés that once the hot guy confesses, the girl throws away her relationship with her boyfriend and runs away with a totally cool bad boy. Well, Felicia Clearwater, a not at all sweet, short-tempered, selfish brown-eyed blonde, isn't just going to throw her relationship with adorable football captain Patterson Claire for a hot baseball pitcher named Roy Meadows. But Roy WILL throw his away, and in just a few months, it's jeopardized Felicia's. Will Felicia fall victim to the clichés? Or will she break the stereotype and cling to Patterson?