Two can play at this game.

I strode into my crappy state school's car park - grimacing at it's appearance. My eyes flitted from it's crumbling walls to the numerous kids chatting and laughing whilst sitting on the walls just in-front of the entrance. I made my may closer towards the double doors - making sure to sway my hips in a matching rhythm consistent to the click-clack of my heels on the pavement as I passed a group of moderately good looking guys who were surrounded by a load of giggling girls who obviously were thinking something along the lines of 'Maybe if I wear this top that shows my boobs and this skirt that definitely isn't leaving anything to the imagination I'll finally come across a nice guy who actually wants me for my personality.' Guess those were the Populars then. *** Keila Woodlittle was transferred to a non-private school in her Parent's hopes that they'd no longer constantly have to be coming home early from business trips abroad just to meet the school she was currently at and all to find out that she had been kicked out. - You know, the usual for Keila. She'd been kicked out of more schools than Mark Wahlberg and was still going strong at her ambition of being the bane of ever single teacher she meets life. But what will Keila do when she comes face to face with the school Playboy? And what will he do when she refuses to drop to her knees at the click of his fingers? What will happen when two stubborn and trouble-making forces are colliding together at the hands of fate? And finally, what will happen when they both find out that two can play at that game?