“Fuck you.” She said when he upset her, which was almost everyday. She sighed as he looked at her foolishly. There was just something about him that she hated from the start, but there was something bigger about him that she loved. She looked over at him and his friends laughing hysterically.

“When?” He laughed even harder, the crowd’s voice growing louder by the second, and anger filling her face to hide the shy blush that actually sat atop of everything. She rolled here eyes at him and put one of her hands on her hips, her hips cocking to the left and seeming lazy. She then got an idea.

“Tonight, at midnight, my house.” She decided it would have been better to get it over with by going along it at all. The crowd became quite silent and then one of them chuckled to indicate she was just kidding, which of course she was…until she got home.

It had a been a long day for her, she hadn’t come home till 11: 30 pm, which usually never happened. She began to pull off her shirt when she heard a knock on the window, and slowly slipped it back on. She made her way to the window and opened it, finding him in the bushes, peeking from them and his eyes staring fiercely.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, completely shocked that the whole illusion was actually happening. The boy turned to her and smirked.

“I wasn’t kidding about earlier.” He held his hands to the sides of her hips, beginning to finish pulling off the shirt.