Bad Boy and Nerdy Girl

"What's the matter with you?" I spat at him, hating how he kept following me around from class to class. It irritated me beyond belief.

"Oh, sweetie what's wrong? Can't a guy like me check you out?" he snarled, smirking at me, anticipating the fact that I was going to shout at him again.

I hold it in, knowing what he wants. My reaction. He wants my attention, but he isn't going to get it. I turn away from him and started to walk away. I was livid. No one can boss me around. No one can fall in love with me. No one can ever date me. Especially not some cocky, immature asshole!

But then two muscular arms wrapped around my waist, gently pulling me closer to their chest. It was warm and soothing, but I needed to control this crap before it gets out of hand. So, I turn around and slapped the hottest, fuckboy in the school: star quarterback, Blake Wilson.