You nervously adjusted your skirt as you glanced out the window, where he was chatting with your mutual friends in the skate park across the street. His words still echoed in your head, and you couldn't help but feel annoyed. “I'd never go out with him,” you whispered, as if to convince yourself. “He's not even my type, and besides, he's so... arrogant.” But a little voice inside you wondered why you felt compelled to repeat it so much.