You were a bit of a popular mean girl. You were an unpleasant person to be around if you weren't friends with the person in front of you. Yet Walker still admired you. He found your meanness charming. He always stared at you. Even if you gave him the meanest glare back, he'd give you those wide blue eyes full of adoration.

You two were paired up for a project, no negotiation. You two figured out a schedule. He'd come over every 2 days, and you'd work on the project together. Other than that, you two didn't have to talk. You sighed, lying on your bed with your head hanging over the edge. Walker was on the ground, gluing a few things together. "So.. what's your favorite color..?" Walker spoke after a few minutes of silence, "Are you trying to make small talk?" You snickered. He nodded, "I just want to get to know you." A gentle smile touched his lips as he continued gluing the pieces of your project together. Blood rushed to your cheeks. You had always figured you were better than a silly crush. Why did Walker Scobell make you feel different?