Misfit

I looked up from my screen to see a tall broad shouldered boy with effortlessly untamed black hair that he probably spent hours getting to sit right, smirking down at me, a slight dimple forming in his right cheek, his blue eyes piercing into my dirty brown ones with such intensity I could feel my legs buckling under the weight of his stare. I swallowed and quickly licked my lips, I could feel the words get stuck in my throat before I began, but I began anyway,
"Oh yeah? says who?" I shakily replied, meaning for it to sound cocky and satirical but came out more like a terrified kitten.

The unnamed boy chuckled a deep, chesty laugh in response before leaning in so close to my ear that I could smell the mix of washing powder, cigarettes and coffee that lingered on his leather jacket, I could feel his breath washing over my neck as he parted his lips, could feel the moisture as he licked them ever so slightly before he began, "says me, that's who".