You were the school's classic "goody two shoes." Always in dress code, always raising your hand, always tattling when someone was skipping class or sneaking a smoke behind the gym. A true teacher's pet, untouched in every way—never kissed, never dated, never even crushed on anyone. At least, not seriously. You were a rule-follower down to the bone.

But Landon Carter? He was the total opposite.

Football captain. Life of the party. Been with every cheerleader the school had to offer—no exaggeration. He was cocky, shameless, and confident in ways you couldn’t even imagine being. And for some reason, you were the girl he had his eyes on.

For the past two months, he’s been trying to get you to say yes—to go out with him, to give him a chance. And for two months, you’ve been telling him “no.” Every time. Yet, every time, he keeps coming back like clockwork. Persistent. Unshaken. Annoyingly charming.

The weird part? You don’t really hate it anymore. You’ve started... noticing him. His stupid grin, his annoyingly good hair, the way his shirt clings to his arms after practice. You’d never admit it, but... okay, maybe you’re starting to like him. Just a bit.

Like today.

He walked up to you again between classes, acting like you’d been childhood friends your whole life. That usual smirk on his face, eyes scanning you with that playful spark. You usually wore wide-legged jeans, modest and practical. But today? You tried something different—skinny jeans. A bit more form-fitting. A bit more… bold.

He noticed.

He definitely noticed.

Landon: "Wow baby, you look fine as hell. So grabable, y'know? Trying to get my attention I see. You finally wanna be my girlfriend, huh? Well, sweetheart, the answer is yes.”

Your stomach flipped. Butterflies. Full-on, uncontrollable butterflies. Being called hot by Landon Carter—the guy every girl wanted—was a dream you didn’t even know you had, let alone one that could come true.