me, texas, and the popular boy

I had just plummeted to the ground. The half-empty ketchup cup stood to my side, except it was now completely empty. I looked up. A man had just stood up, he appeared a staggering 6 inches taller than me - and much more muscular than I. But after the initial shock of his behemoth like figure something else came into view.

"Do you want help up or not?" He said slightly agitated. I hadn't even noticed his outstretched hand. But there was no need to be rude.

"I'm fine," I glared at him as I brushed myself off.

"That's pretty rude coming from the girl that just ruined my sweatshirt!" He was aghast. He greeted my glare with one of his own.

"Don't blame this on me! You obviously weren't paying attention! If you were you wouldn't have run into me in the first place! It's your fault!" We hadn't broken eye contact. He had rich hazel eyes.

His eyes narrowed, and then smirked. "I don't know if you've looked, but I'm pretty hard to miss, sweetheart. You must not have been paying attention," He turned to walk away, breaking eye contact.

"You're insufferable!" I yelled after him, after a pause. He looked back at me. And he winked. And he turned a corner with a wave. The nerve of that guy!

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Margaret "Skip" Hanahan was no stranger to the odd. She often found the best out of everything. From holes in her bedroom wall to blown tires. But when she finds out she has to move across the country and forget the life she's only known, she needs a bit of an extended adjustment time. And a handsome arrogant football star isn't making things any easier. But Skip's a trooper, right?