I couldn't ignore him. I just could not. Fucking. Ignore him. None of us could.
Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried.
Not that I didn't try to. It shouldn't have been that hard. He's definitely not my kind of guy. He's got nothing in common with the clean-shaven, crew-cut varsity lettermen who've made up my selected dating pool since sophomore year. Nothing at all. He's scruffy, for one thing. His hair's too long and his nose is crooked and he wears layers of grungy flannel and chains that create their own music as he walks. And he smells. It's not a bad smell, exactly--strong soap, tobacco, the sharp tang of pot--but it's certainly not anything to make a girl melt.
Especially not me.
But somehow--for some goddamn reason--I couldn't ignore him.
I'm not that pristine.
And that smile! God, that arrogant, cocky, know-it-all smile he gets when he knows he's got you backed into a corner.
Hopping down into the seat in front of me, smiling a little. That fucking smile!
"Are you a virgin?"
He leans forward, eyes intent, and I'm suddenly struck by how much bigger he is than me. I can almost feel the heat radiating off him. My mouth works silently--what am I supposed to say? No? Yes? There isn't nearly enough space between us, and I can see the smug smile beginning in his hooded eyes even as I start to deny it.
"I'll bet you a million dollars...that you are."
John Bender. Delinquent. Criminal. Not someone that I want to be associated with. Except...
Except he's got that way of cocking his head when he's looking at me. And the too-long, dark hair that's always flopping into his face. And his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded with secrets and pot. And his skin--oh God, his skin, warm and smooth under my lips, pulse pounding so hard that I can hear it--his or mine, I don't even know.
And he kissed me, there in the parking lot. Right in front of everyone. Of course, 'everyone' was just the rest of the Breakfast Club, and they probably thought we were doing it when I went to find him in the closet, but still. He kissed me.
It was a really good kiss, too.
And I gave him my earring. And he kept it.
Oh, God, what am I going to do at school on Monday?
