Jason POV:
One word: Help. I think I'm in love.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
Who, in his sane mind, gets kicked—hard—by the girl he's pursuing, and instead of getting mad, I'm standing here grinning like an idiot?
I should be pissed, right? I should be angry at how she just stomped on my foot with those combat boots, leaving me wincing in pain. But no, I'm here, smirking like an absolute fool. Watching her storm out of the classroom, all I could think about was how fiercely she moved, like she owned every space she stepped into. Even when she's pissed at me, she's captivating.
I've never been into anyone like this before. It's not just how she looks, though that doesn't hurt—her eyes, the way they flash when she's annoyed or determined, that killer smile when she's about to tear you apart with her words. It's the way she doesn't take shit from anyone, especially me. She kicks me, insults me, and I can't stop wanting more.
