“Allow me.” He takes your hand, kissing it gently like a gentleman, his eyes glimmering with hidden intent and interest and you wonder how in the world did this happen—

It all started a week ago, when you stood up for a nerdy-looking male who was being bullied. You had sent the bullies packing, and somehow, the most popular guy in school now wanted to woo you because he claimed he liked ‘feisty’ love interests, or so he’d said.

Back to the present. You flick your hand out of his grasp.