Summary

"I like you and admit it, you like me too because good girls always fall for the bad boy." He inched closer, I took another step back but he already had me cornered. Cocky jerk.

"Too bad, I'm not a good girl." I slurred. The only thing separating us was my cardigan, his shirt and a glass of orange juice.

"You're such a sucky liar, cupcake." He flashed me a disarming smile.

"For the last time, I am not your cupcake!" I pouted angrily. I just loathe him.

"Yes, you are and I'm the cherry on top." Before I had a chance splash the orange juice on his face, his lips collided on mine.