He was starting to annoy me. Those little remarks that made me blush, and made me want to slap him at the same time.

"You know I'm no good," he sang in my ear.

He was singing one of my all time favorite songs, too. You know I'm no good by Amy Winehouse. I sighed in annoyance and took out a piece of paper. Our assignment was simple; write atleast ten facts about one another by tomorrow.

As much as I hate to admit it, he really did smell good. Sort of like cigars. He smokes too? Wow, added bonus to the whole badass image.

"So, what's something about you?" I asked, tapping my pencil against my mouth.

"Well, technically I sort of just got here along with you."

"What made you move here?" I asked.

"Your legs. Sick of admiring them from a distance."

I laughed nervously, "I walked into that one."

"Yes you did, baby." he winked.

"Don't call me baby!"

"I thought you didn't like angel? Baby is plan B," he said.

"Fuck your plan B!" I yelled.

He gasped, "Why Tinsley, did you just say a naughty word?"

I gulped down my pride."Yes. I did. Good girls can be bad too!"

"Mmm. Will you be bad for me, angel?" he asked, dragging his tongue across his lower lip seductively.

I bit my lip, "I will most certainly not! And remember that for the future!"

"So there is a future for us, yes?"

Once again, he's trapped me. Trapped me between blushing and slapping him. I propped my face up on my fist and blew hair out of my face.

I heard the soft glide of his pen and I looked over at him. How was he getting facts about me already? I peeked over his muscle-defined arm and looked at his paper. His neatly written words read it plain and simple; attractive, snappy, slightly annoying.

Annoying, eh? I'll show him annoying.

I scribbled down some words; flirty, smokes cigars, will die of lung cancer. Hopefully soon.

He read my paper and arched a brow and I smiled.

Notes

Chapter song- You Know I'm No Good by Amy Winehouse. Basically the entire story theme song. XD Hope you like..