Prove Me Wrong

Jinxed fingers, an annoying brother, a boring summer, and a theory waiting to be proven wrong. I happen to live by The Jerk Theory; a theory stating that every living male being here on our little blue planet is a jerk. I believe that there is a jerk cell in every guy, and with that belief I learn to keep myself from being hurt, building walls to keep my heart safe. Trust me when I say I've had enough of boys and their games. But deep inside I have a little part of me that yearns to be proven wrong. A part that wants to know one day my prince charming can and will sweep me off my feet. The happy endings that you only see in fairy tales, yes that little part of me is the dreamer. The little girl with the big dream and fairy tale endings.
But the little girl in me was about to fade, happily after and waiting for that one day just seemed too far away.
Then he knocks on the door. This time is different from the rest, I want to open that door. Am I going to risk it again? I risked it once and look where it got me.
Is he going to prove me wrong or will he kill the only hope I have left.