Geeky Crush *Rewritten Version*

In that desk with graffiti scribbled all over it sat a guy. No. Not just any guy, I was pretty sure that this guy was freaking made by the gods himself. Like Jesus, why couldn't I have looks like that? I swear, light from the windows beamed at him, and angels sang harmonies in the background.

I'm completely kidding.

Well, not about the part of him being gorgeous. No, just the over exaggerating part. But I do swear, my teenage hormones were all over the place and for a second, just for a second, I felt myself gawk.

I, Stella Knight, don't gawk at people. Ever.

And I was not about to start. No, this looked like one of those guys, how do you kids now a days call them? 'Fuckboys'?
He looked like a fuckboy. But doesn't every guy that looked good? Black silky hair, green forest eyes, pale skin, one dimple on his cheek, and a smirk that can save a million lives. Don't get me started on that accent.
Jesus just smacked me in the face, I've been caught dead in one of those cliché romances.