The British Bombshell. Yup, that's exactly how I'd describe Rebecca Baxter. Ever since I first laid eyes on her back in that museum, I knew that she'd turn my life upside down. She's the type of girl who manages to be both a genius and a kick-ass spy and still manage to look stunning. That's no joke either. I've seen her battle it out with about a dozen guys twice her size and leave them unconscious on the ground without even breaking a nail. So yeah, you could say that Bex's perfect. So it's no wonder why a ton of guys are always following her around, tailing her like puppies.
"How's it going?" a very familiar voice with a British accent says from behind me. I turn and there stands the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen.
"Hey there Bex" I greet her as she takes a seat beside me. "Why are you at the library so early?"
"I could ask you the same thing Grant" she smirks, taking out her COW notebook from her bag.
"Lemme guess, catching up on homework?"
"Not my fault SOMEBODY needed a tourguide yesterday" she retorts.
"Oh so it's my fault Bex? I told you we could've done the tour another it. You were bored out of your mind" I smirk triumphantly when she doesn't say anything back. "Gotcha"
"Whatever" she rolls her eyes at me, going back to her unfinished work.
"You need some help with that?" I offer, pointing to our assignment.
"No thanks. I'm pretty sure I can handle it myself" she shot back, not even taking her eyes off the assignment.
"Oh come on Bex. Act helpless for once would you? It isn't really comforting to know that a girl doesn't need my help while she works you know" I say, exasperated. Can't she pretend to be the damsel-in-distress for once?
"What? Does it scar your bloody ego?" she looked up at me, her eyes daring me to answer back. Bex might be pretty scary sometimes, but I'm not afraid of a little challenge. In fact, this should be interesting.
"And what if it DOES Rebecca?" I ask, knowing that she hates being called by her real name.
"You do know I can kill you with this pen right?" she points out, waving her "weapon" in front of my face. That pen might look like nothing but I know what Bex can do. If she can disarm a person using a paperclip, I'm pretty sure she could kill me right then and there.
"You do know I can kill you with my bare hands don't you?" I reply, not backing down. It's about time Bex learns that she isn't the only one who can play her game.
"And you think I can't do the same to you?" she threatens, leaning closer to me, eyes blazing with anger.
"Too bad Bex. I'm better than you at that" I tell her, leaning closer so that our faces are just inches away from each other. I shoot her a taunting smile, risking getting beaten up.
"Nice try Grant, but we both know you don't stand a chance against me" she says menacingly.
"You have NO idea what I can do Baxter" I say in the same tone as hers.
"I highly doubt you can do any better than me" she smirks. That's when I do the unthinkable. I inch my face closer to hers and plant a soft kiss on her lips, placing my hand on the back of her head so she can't pull away.
"No wonder they call you the British Bombshell. You blow me away Bex" I tell her softly before getting up and walking out of the library.
She might just murder me one day for what I did back there but it'll be worth the pain. After all, it's not everyday that Rebecca Baxter lets her guard down. I must have been one of the bravest guys in the universe for doing that. I guess I'm pretty lucky to have lived to tell the tale.