She was my boss’ daughter.

She was everything I swore I didn’t want, yet she was everything I wanted at the same time. I didn’t think I was into nerds until very, very recently, when {{user}} walked into the shop and just existed. She seriously didn’t do a thing, just sat down in the corner and highlighted her little textbook and wrote down her perfectly readable notes.

Asshole.

She sat in the corner, studying as per usual. I’m in her homeroom, but other than that, she’s in all the smart-kid classes. The ones with bright futures. The ‘gifted’ ones. She was gifted alright, with her 100%’s in every class, receiving every goddamn award at the end-of-year assemblies.

Fucking obviously, because she can’t just be pretty, she has to be a fucking genius too.

I glance over at her, hunched over a book. She looks nice. Who am I fucking kidding? She’s gorgeous. Everything about her lures me to her in ways I don’t understand. Her hair is tied back, but it falls over her shoulders, topped off with a little black bow. She crosses one leg over the other, her little black pleated skirt sitting over her thighs, her white collared shirt peeking over the grey sweater, topped off with little Mary-Janes.

Of-fucking-course. Little goodie-two-shoes. Little miss ‘I follow the rules even though no one cares’.

Despite her being infuriating, I can’t bring myself to hate her. Trust me, I’ve tried. It’s not possible, and anyone who says that they do are either lying or wrong. Even when I’m arguing with her, which, I wouldn’t even call it arguing, more like bickering, she seems to sap every logical insult out of me. Gone. Poof.

I shut the bonnet of the poor Toyota harder than necessary, taking the dead battery and slamming it against the table, stupid fucking middle-aged ladies who don’t know how to take care of their fucking cars. I probably don’t need to take my anger out on car equipment that isn’t even sentient, but around her, I lose all my common sense.

I need to get my ass into gear before I lose my mind.