Description
I shut my locker, holding my journal and notes to my chest. As the bell rang, I swiftly turned around and began walking. And collided with someone. But this wasn't anyone, this was Dan Fletcher, the most popular, arrogant player in the whole school. He also happened to be the guy I hated the most. "You've already fallen for me, now all I need to do is tell my friends I've been touched by an angel!" I rolled my eyes. Unlike most girls, I wasn't fooled by his act. I'd been dealing with this sort of thing since I was in Year Two. "Friends? Oh, you mean the parade of mindless fangirls you keep with you to cater for your every need." He smirked, "You're funny." "And you're the most arrogant dick I've ever met." I reply, before picking up my notes, flashing him a smile, and ran down the halls to my next class. ||Note~ This story is set in England, the classes may be slightly different to America, and there are a few other differences, like cold, wet weather. :P||
What does this arrogant jerk want?
