Disclaimer: unfortunately I don't own Kaichou wa maid-sama. That right goes to the lovely Hiro Fujiwara. So don't sue me. Also this is my first fanfic so…just review I guess dnt care if ya hated it for any reason I'd still appreciate it if ya could tell me to help me fix it. Thanks a bunch!

I don't think I'll ever understand. Don't think I'll ever know what changed. All my life I hated them, and found reasons to justify my assumption that all of them are the same. Dirty, rotten, no good thieves, who take what they want and when things get ruff they run away leaving everyone else to pick up the pieces they left behind.

Then I met Him.

I thought him the same as all the rest. Took his continuous rejections toward his female admirers as arrogance, some sort of perverse pleasure in seeing them runaway, crying and heartbroken. Didn't even listen when he said he always said no because he liked me. I ignored him because I knew the only reason he said that was because I was the only one who didn't fall at his feet and giggle like a three year old on pixie stixs when he was mentioned or walked by. The only one who saw him for what he really is.

A player.

A heartbreaker.

A challenger.

All I am to him is a challenge. A quest to get the one girl he can't have. He douses me with charm and aid when I am overwhelmed (which he somehow knows I am even when I don't) confident that I'll eventually admit my "long hidden feelings toward him".

He follows me to and from work, claiming he's protecting me.

But he's not. He's just confusing me, making me doubt all that I believed to be true my whole life since my father left us all alone. Making me think, maybe he telling the truth, maybe I'm wrong. Making me second guess my initial opinion on men.

If he's telling the truth, then…maybe… their not all bad…right?

I think that every time he does something for me that is somewhat flattering or embarrassing.

And every time I squish that thought before the idea can show on my face because even if he right I'm not ready. Not ready to let my walls completely down and lets others in.

Maybe someday but not yet.

All I know is somehow, someway that 'perverted outer-space alien' had somehow wormed his way into my life. Through the walls and torture pits. And that when those walls come crashing down, he'll be the cause.

But that's ok, because I know now that he be waiting there to help me pick up the pieces and keep me safe like the way they use to.