CPOV
Did she just call me a jerk? Me? The Christopher Winston? I quickly followed her, despite Edward's attempt to stop me. I quickly caught up with her I grab her arm and spun her around then her beautiful face struck me. Her emerald green eyes pierced me. Her fierce red hair shaped her face. Her face was that of an angel. Then her beautiful voiced reached me.
"Let go of my arm, or you'll regret it"
Her voice was soft and sweet like honey. The threat sounded even more menacing in her sweet voice. I smirked at her, the usual smirk that left girls speechless and with a dreamy look in their faces. Her response, however, confused me.
"I said let go of my arm!"
"What if I don't want to?" I whispered.
She responded by making contact between her knee and my friend. I cringed in pain and let go she gave me a smirk of her own and walked away. A walk that belonged in a runway. I caught up with her again.
"You know it's a shame that someone so pretty, has a temper and attitude like yours" I smiled.
"You know what's a real shame? That I have to work with someone as arrogant as you." She then gave me a smile of her own. "Now if you excuse me a have a lunch to go to."
With that she walked away leaving me very confused.