"Oh look, Mr.Perfect here is getting mad over one stupid little thing. Is it gonna ruin your perfect life?" I glared at him.
"Look princess, I don't have a perfect life." He snarled.
"Then why do you have that big ol house of yours! Your popular! You've had tons of girlfriends, have a bunch of friends and make okay grades! And don't call me princess!" I yelled back. I looked into his cerulean eyes, eyes that I always got lost in, which had turned stormy and darker. "I can call you whatever I want." And that's when I felt his lips crash onto mine into a rough, passionate kiss.