I sat across from him, glaring daggers into his head. He was such an ungrateful brat. I took the time out from my schedule to tutor him, time I could've been spent reading or doing my own homework. I didn't need all his attitude and obvious disregard for me. This was our third tutoring session and the third time he didn't bring his book. It was getting on my nerves. Scratch that. He was getting on my nerves.

It wasn't only that he didn't bring his book. It was the way he looked at me while I was trying to teach. He was constantly rolling his eyes at everything I said. I was at my wit's end. If he didn't want to learn I wasn't going to bend over backwards to teach him.

"Who got your panties in a twist, Undersee?"

I growled, literally growled at him and he fucking smirked at me. I almost punched him in his perfect face. He knows he can get away with this because he's-he knows I've had the biggest crush on him.

"You're not sharing mine again." I get up storming to the part of the library where they keep textbooks on reserve. I can hardly hear his footsteps trailing behind me, but I feel him.

"Don't be so tense, Undersee." His hands are on my shoulders now, massaging them. I can't even control the sounds coming out of my mouth and I feel myself leaning into his touch. I shake my head, pushing his hands off with my own, but it doesn't exactly work because one of his huge fucking hands latches onto mine, engulfing it. He leans into me and I'm too nervous to even look at him so I stare down at my skirt. It's red and stupid looking.

I hate being a fucking cheerleader, but my father really wants it. He likes to see me involved with the school, especially in such an obvious way. I mean I have to wear the stupid uniform to school every time there's a game. I love the girls on my squad to death, but it's just not for me. I'm not the athletic type. I like to stay in. I like to read and do my homework early, or late depending on how late I'm up tumbling.

"What do you do for fun, Undersee?" I want to tell him that it'd be tons of fun for us to finally get down to work, but I hold my tongue. "Do you cheerlead?" He flips my skirt up and I push it down immediately.

"Don't do that!"

"Why not?" He practically growls, "You let Fillip Mellark do it last week."

"I didn't." If he had stuck around longer he would've seen me slap Fil right across his previously smug face.

"Is it because I'm poor? You don't want my poor dirty hands on your pretty skirt."

I can't stop myself from looking into his eyes this time, I also can't keep my hands to myself because one of my fingers is pointing and poking his chest. "I don't care that you have less money than I do. I care that you're so disrespectful and just an all around jerk all the time toward me."

He grabs the offending finger and before I can pull away or even gasp he brings my hand to his lips. My eyes are wide if anything else when he kisses my palm. "I like you Undersee. I've always liked you." He moves forward and I'm pressed against the bookshelf. God this is like a thousand of my best dreams. I pinch myself to make sure it's happening in real life and I haven't fallen asleep during AP American History again. He sees me do it and laughs.

"I'm not even failing Advanced Algebra." If he weren't so pretty I would have definitely punched him for wasting so much of my time. "I just wanted to spend some time with you." Okay, maybe I won't. "I'm going to kiss you now." I nod as he leans in his lips brushing against mine. He's a much better kisser in real life than he is in my dreams. His hands come up to cradle my face and I take his bottom lip in mine, nibbling on it. He groans and I grab at the bottom of his shirt, bringing him as close to me as possible. When we pull apart we're panting, but we're still pressed against each other and I'm still pressed against the bookshelf. I hope the librarian doesn't come around looking for us.

He leans in again, pressing a kiss to my nose. "Same time, tomorrow?"